My bunched-up sheets drying across adjoining chairs:
the peaks of the snowy Himalayas.
(I have been in Nepal and seen the Himalayas up close, from a small plane.)
For day 27 of Poems in April at 'imaginary garden with real toads' we are asked for a two-sentence poem like Pound's famous
In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet, black bough.
I always think of that as the ultimate Imagist poem, which explains my title.
Your sheets remind me of flying above the Alps on the way to Italy!
ReplyDeleteI am sure the sight of the Himalayas must be with you always.
ReplyDeleteYes, unforgettable. For the last 21 years anyway (smile).
DeleteI love the combination of the mundane and the divine in this .
ReplyDeleteI love this! I too have seen the Himalayas of Nepal and Alps from a plane. You are right! Just like sheets! 😊❤
ReplyDeleteI thought I was the only one who dries large items this way! Alps in the living room...I think there may be a whole nother poem there.
ReplyDeleteLove this, sheets drying and the Himalayas of Nepal.
ReplyDeleteCovered furniture has always made me think of sleeping ghosts, now the sight will also make me think of snow-covered mountains.
ReplyDeleteThey sure do remind of snowy mountains. I have missed the Himalayas but did fly into and around inside the Mt. St. Helen a few months after it erupted. Smoke was curling from some fissures.
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Oh I LOVE this!!!!!! To se those peaks in drying sheets is truly a joy. And to have seen the Himalayas with your own eyes - oh, such wonders!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteThey do look like snowy mountains! Beautifully done
ReplyDeleteOh, I love this. It is so wonderful how you could envision the Himalayas in draped sheets.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Björn; excellent juxtaposition of the mundane with the sublime.
ReplyDeleteLove these lines of everyday chores, and far away places.
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