This is so good and elicits a number of responses: laughter, resignation, sadness… I immediately think of clothes that no longer fit, or clothes that belong to my past/youth. Then I imagine clothes that belonged to someone else – a husband or partner who has died – and then I think differently about 'the person I used to be'. It's wonderful when haiku work on different levels like this.
January 1st, 2014 at 1:00 pm
….girl, you nailed it…..well done….
January 1st, 2014 at 2:26 pm
a spring walk down Fifth
window shopping to enjoy
what will never be
January 1st, 2014 at 2:33 pm
g'day Annette,
ah, brilliant!
sadly for me
so too true
January 1st, 2014 at 3:27 pm
who's to say I'm not whoever do I think I am
(made me think of this oldie of mine from Modern Haiku)
January 1st, 2014 at 4:50 pm
This is so good and elicits a number of responses: laughter, resignation, sadness… I immediately think of clothes that no longer fit, or clothes that belong to my past/youth. Then I imagine clothes that belonged to someone else – a husband or partner who has died – and then I think differently about 'the person I used to be'. It's wonderful when haiku work on different levels like this.
January 1st, 2014 at 6:20 pm
Both evocative (if it's clothing) and creepy (if it's a ghost talking).
January 2nd, 2014 at 1:15 pm
Thank you all for the thoughtful and poetic responses!
January 6th, 2014 at 8:15 am
This is really good. It produces a mixture of mirth and sadness all at once.
marion