Nothing Left (She’s Just Leavin’)
she lived each moment
as though wringing every
last drop of moisture
from a damp towel—
then hung herself out to dry
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I want to be her! Wonderfully crafted and awesome concept.
Grateful it resonated with you, Deanna. Many thanks for your perceptive comments
l, your imagery is excellent in this poem!
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John, thank you for your support and encouragement. As always, I’m grateful that you read and comment on my poems
Woah! love every word…landed well with “then hung herself out to dry”
Thank you, Pam. As one who makes every word count in your Sentences, that’s very gracious. Appreciate your supportive comments
Wow Larry!! your poem conjured up so much imagery for me . . . even took me back to my Grandparent’s screened in back porch area where we had an actual old fashioned wringer washing machine. & also imagery of someone who gave it all she got!!! I’ve enjoyed your writing so much this June, thank you Larry!
Happy you can relate to this one, Darlene. Grateful for your kindness
love the double meaning of the last line
Thank you, Gaby, for your perceptive words. So appreciate your support and encouragement
You do a great job telling a great and compressed story here: a world of characterization in few words.
Thank you, Shaun. Your comments mean so much to me
Impressive storytelling in so few words. Bravo, L.!
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Many thanks, H.A.!