Even after all these years, I
can see the light
shining on the
red dishpan the
morning I returned. Why I fled,
sleeping in a
field beside the
road, has long been
forgotten. What remains is the
sun’s slanting rays
on that dishpan,
warming the room.
JDG
aholdingplace 
It’s my opinion that this is one of your most atmospheric entries to date. The images paint a picture, yet its’ the space between them that gives the message. Your mind’s eye may see the lush red of the dishpan, but (at least for me) it’s the feeling tone generated that lends the meaning. In Japanese design terms, it captures the ‘ma’ and delivers it well. I also ended up personally identifying with the person by the side of the road, but was simultaneously insanely curious about the back story on this one. The ‘me’ & the not ‘me’ of the poem at the same time. Very, very evocative. Thank you. Shell
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I really love this, how you capture that feeling – it reminds me of the writing of Anne Tyler very much. 🙂
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