Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Haiku: Illusion – Peeling the Onion

on June 24, 2017

This morning I ironed
Set up the old ironing board
Metal and sturdy

Hardly worse for wear
Dependable companion
Since I was a bride

Those days behind me
Now white-haired, bent with aging
I appear different

Shape of old woman
Listener, story teller
Beloved grandmother

Yet deep within me
Abides all I ever was
Gifted at my birth

23 responses to “Haiku: Illusion – Peeling the Onion

  1. Elan Mudrow says:

    My mom always had one set up in the basement next to the dryer around the corner from the furnace. Our furnace was huge with long tentacles and a face with fire behind its eyes and mouth. I always thought the oil furnace was a frozen monster, waiting for the secret word to be let loose upon suburbia. Does anybody really iron anymore? Surely, someone.

    • vivachange77 says:

      Wow! I love your description of the fearsome monster in your basement. I iron my cotton pants and shirts as needed. I didn’t realize I was one of a small minority. 🙂

  2. micketalbot says:

    I am not really
    remiss at all
    life’s to short
    for me nearing
    that inevitable
    end but like you
    I love writing
    haiku my favourite
    poetry form but
    enough about
    my self now
    I always thought
    it was a woman’s
    joy ironing
    shirts sheets
    awkward things
    you love the
    challenge what
    yeah your right
    I’m making fun
    but like that
    old saying
    a woman’s work
    is never done
    no never oops
    just having fun
    glad I stopped by
    will do it more
    often your haiku
    a great attraction
    but right now
    I I’ll take my
    leave catch
    you L8r’s Ina

    • vivachange77 says:

      Love your haiku – reply. I like to iron because it is a soothing mindless thing to do. Always have.

      • micketalbot says:

        could you be a one off
        most woman scoff at laundry
        now ironing… anther story
        but I think you write
        in your mind while flattening
        uh… that’s another story

      • vivachange77 says:

        You got it, Mick. The mindless act of ironing is where my poem began. A totally different train of thought had been on my mind for a few days but I couldn’t manage to express it. The Daily Prompt “illusion” put things together for me. The non-aging of the ironing board was the outward feature that was in contrast to my aging while it and I remained the same inwardly.

      • micketalbot says:

        Its amazing where us poets get our inspiration from, Like I often sit out in the garden alone, a fleck, a tiny piece of dust catches my eye. Was that once something, a speck of some body long gone? Of course, unless captured I will never know, perhaps another lost soul? You keep on ironing, I’ll sit alone,

  3. lauzlau says:

    It is nice to have the familiarity of something (or someone) to remind us of where we’ve been! I liked my wall ironing board tucked away in a cabinet, but don’t miss it one bit! Lovely poem & it is what’s inside that counts.

  4. vivachange77 says:

    The ironing board in the house I lived in as a child was also stored in a cabinet in the wall and pulled down for use. My siblings and I went back to find our old house a couple of years ago and the same old ironing board was there sixty years later.

  5. vivachange77 says:

    Thanks for your comment on my poem. 🙂

  6. vivachange77 says:

    Your garden sounds like a fertile resting place for souls, Mick.

  7. Christy B says:

    The last stanza tugs at my heart ~ Your talent for words came with you at birth, I believe ❤

  8. vivachange77 says:

    Thank you dear friend. I have loved words and reading as long as I can remember. ❤

  9. I love the way you begin with an ordinary, well-used object, to bring out memory and change and the beauty of that last verse.

    • vivachange77 says:

      Thank you Andrea. The old iron was my muse for expressing something on my mind about the core being of a person. Funny how poetry muses work. And how prosaic my mind’s original thoughts were.

  10. shilyot says:

    Ironing, I loathe!
    I de-crease, when I must
    The press depresses.
    @shilyot De-crease!

  11. Aw, wonderful. I appreciate the strength and self-awareness.

  12. hbsuefred says:

    You are (still) who you are
    And some habits die hard.

  13. I’m with you. A Grandmother but still the young woman.

  14. vivachange77 says:

    Yes. It is pretty amazing. Thanks for reading my old posts. I then read them myself and am enjoying getting reacquainted with my earlier writings.

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