Miz Quickly’s poetry prompts Day 8: not to prompt
http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2013/04/08/april-8/
Tangent
drowning pain when it pooled
in her spirit and left stains
on the fabric of who
she had become.
__Tom Lowe
The 24th Letter
She tried, really tried
to scrub it gone,
rubbing until tiny bones
in fingers ached.
Took herself to Laundromat,
couldn’t fit inside washer,
and she lacked
correct change.
Dry Cleaners said fabric
was unfamiliar, wouldn’t risk
chance it could be ruined.
Refused to even try.
Cried a lot. Then folded it neatly,
standing on tiptoes, shoved it to back
of highest shelf. Softly
closed closet door,
and began to forget.
Notes: Found the above quote late last night, while reading a free novel on my Kindle app. Had to write it down. Tried other things for this morning’s poem, but the quote kept winking at me from the back forty, so went with it.
Soul's Music 
Elizabeth, I love this one. I feel close to the woman in the poem. I keep rereading.
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Sometimes it feels like the only place to go…
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Absolute stunner, Elizabeth. So glad you went back to write this one.
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And a good thing it stuck to you. This is fine. A delicate angle.
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There are just somethings that won’t come out in the wash. Lovely poem, Elizabeth.
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Oh, one of your best, Elizabeth, one of my faves………love the whimsy in the laundromat/not having the correct change……oh, yes! Fantastically good! Love it.
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I do love the image of the laundromat and dry cleaners in this, Elizabeth. I glad you decided to go your own way, this is lovely.
Pamela
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*I am * argh! Fingers to fast and brain too slow, or something.
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Go where you gotta go. Love the quote and what you did with it.
I don’t think I lost any weight…Thought that old dictionary weighs about 10 pounds. The writing and tweaking took about two hours off of my life 🙂 But I did have fun.
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Always chase a tangent, look what results. I love this piece. Let me confess here, that I have taught my students to trace our class tangents back to their origins. It is the only way I allow them to continue. That in itself is a skill. At least that’s what I tell myself to justify tangential chatter in my classroom. If we can chase it back to its initial point…that shows listening skills. Listening is one of the Language Arts standards. See what I can do to encourage random discussion. ha!
It’s nice to be connecting with you regularly. It makes me love April.
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I also need to tell you how much I love this poem. I just reread it after chasing tangent all over my comment box. You extended that metaphor with depth and soul.
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Elizabeth, I’m glad you followed your muse on this one, to write something inspired by that quote. A lovely extended metaphor. There’s something about that Dry Cleaners stanza that speaks to me.
Richard
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