I have been studying the difference
between solitude and loneliness,
telling the story of my life
to the clean white towels taken warm from the dryer.
I carry them through the house
as though they were my children
asleep in my arms.
I love when words evoke a sensory response. Upon reading this, I could imagine the heat of the warm towels, and the heft of them in my arms. Contentment is the word that comes to mind.
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I love when words evoke a sensory response. Upon reading this, I could imagine the heat of the warm towels, and the heft of them in my arms. Contentment is the word that comes to mind.
So simple and simply beautiful.
sweeeet
Love the image of soft white towels being carried through the house. My favorite color of linens. There is something so welcoming there in the white.
Perfect - and I know exactly what these words sound like, feel like, smell like. LOVE warm towels fresh from the dryer!
I can smell those towels....what beautiful wordsmithing:)
Thanks for sharing the heart picture,
Jennifer
This is beautiful. Great imagery.
love. xox
Super photo for the poem - and I too can feel those towels on my skin ..
Beautiful. Few lines and yet they move you.
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