http://tinywords.com/2010/06/16/460/ haiku & other small poems Sun, 13 May 2012 10:35:26 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 http://tinywords.com/2010/06/16/460/comment-page-1/#comment-1687 jsully Tue, 22 Jun 2010 02:17:38 +0000 http://tinywords.com/?p=460#comment-1687 I did not understand this poem but I kept coming back to it. Then I asked my wife. She read it as a "woman's moment." A woman in her youth would enjoy the wind and enjoy her skirt billowing -- flirtatious times. Now it is different. The hem of the dress does not billow, and she probably does not want to be flirting in the wind. Times have changed, the woman has grown older. But I sense a hint of looking back with fondness on youth. I did not understand this poem but I kept coming back to it. Then I asked my wife. She read it as a "woman's moment." A woman in her youth would enjoy the wind and enjoy her skirt billowing — flirtatious times. Now it is different. The hem of the dress does not billow, and she probably does not want to be flirting in the wind. Times have changed, the woman has grown older. But I sense a hint of looking back with fondness on youth.

]]> http://tinywords.com/2010/06/16/460/comment-page-1/#comment-1638 Vary the Line » Blog Archive » Abyss has no biographer… Fri, 18 Jun 2010 22:11:29 +0000 http://tinywords.com/?p=460#comment-1638 [...] “the hem of my dress….” tinywords, 16 June 2010. [...] [...] “the hem of my dress….” tinywords, 16 June 2010. [...]

]]> http://tinywords.com/2010/06/16/460/comment-page-1/#comment-1604 Andrea Thu, 17 Jun 2010 09:45:29 +0000 http://tinywords.com/?p=460#comment-1604 Nice two lines... Nice two lines…

]]> http://tinywords.com/2010/06/16/460/comment-page-1/#comment-1592 gergely lászló Wed, 16 Jun 2010 20:31:08 +0000 http://tinywords.com/?p=460#comment-1592 a felhajtásnál ruhám még nagyon nedves ekkora szélhez a felhajtásnál
ruhám még nagyon nedves
ekkora szélhez

]]> http://tinywords.com/2010/06/16/460/comment-page-1/#comment-1590 kathabela Wed, 16 Jun 2010 16:33:21 +0000 http://tinywords.com/?p=460#comment-1590 love the delicacy and vividness of this...it brought back a memory of standing under a wind tunnel in the desert city of Yazd in Iran... and the wind blowing my dress like a mystery... I wonder if the hem was wet... whether it would have stayed still. I love this poem... I feel the weight of the water on the hem. love the delicacy and vividness of this…it brought back a memory of standing under a wind tunnel in the desert city of Yazd in Iran… and the wind blowing my dress like a mystery… I wonder if the hem was wet… whether it would have stayed still. I love this poem… I feel the weight of the water on the hem.

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