Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Solace is a Place



March 13, 2012- Solace is a Place by Teri H Hoover 
Process Notes first-After a month of reading Margo's prompts about place-I have written what I think is a piece about place.
Margo Roby Prompts~Wordgathering-I loved this prompt and hope someday to complete it -Lying in Hammock but for now I have this.


 Solace is a Place 

I pass by the clothes line loaded with laundry- 
sagging in the middle.
I recall laying on crisp, clean, sheets
a silent solace 
summer sweetness, a hidden gift in every fold.  


I was in bed as the sun nestled itself into the tangle of willow tree branches, beyond the edge of our half acre yard. Gracefully the willows stood, the only reminder that something could grow taller than a two story house.  They stood above the garden where my father grew his corn and tomatoes. Some nights I saw him there, a rounded back silhouette, pulling weeds. The stunted maples, poplars, and pin oaks would take another 20 years, before it would be realized they were planted too close, to each other, and the house. No one imagined how these small things would grow.  But before the poplar tree shaded my bedroom window, I watched, as the sun tucked itself into the blanket of willow branches. Lighting up millions of green leaves, that became wavelike in the winds that blew off  Lake Erie, 30 miles away. Comforted by all those roots, reaching deep into rich, moist, soil of Western New York. 

Together, the sun and I would go to bed on those late summer days...  I reaching deep into the sweet smell of sheets off the line and the willows reaching deeper into the earth. Both finding the relief and solace of something that held us safe.






13 comments:

  1. Good job Teri! I really got the feel of this place and I particularly like the image of your father's rounded back in silloutte.

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    1. Thank you Annette- You know what a long wait it has been for me to attempt this piece. I love that you noticed my fathers rounded back. I thought his rounded back, patterned the rounded shape of the willows... Although I realize it is just a rough first draft- I really was drawn into the need to write this.

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  2. Wonderful to be rooted by your memories of such a childhood, Teri. The setting sun, the smell of clean sheets, the tangled willows, your father weeding - I can sense them all.

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    1. Ah Barb - you are so good. Rooted... and safe.

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  3. Funny (as in, interesting), I sense a negative thread running through, but we lit. teachers have a hard time turning off the analytical side of our brains.

    I like the haibun-like structure. Prose and poetry work well together. I like the parallels and possible metaphors (in that they may, or may not have been meant to be comparisons) you have. Love the last three lines and that the laundry line set off this train of thought for you.

    margo

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    1. Margo- I count on your analytical mind. I was compelled to write this and the negative thread you sense was intentional. I will continue to grasp the prompts you bring to all your readers and thank you for all your help.

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  4. A wonderful piece. The poetry and prose complement each other so well.

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    1. Thank you Libby. I really like that as well... I think writing small stones allowed me to start with an impression and then run with it. Our small stones are such a blessing. Thanks for stopping by.

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  5. I love this, Teri. You took me right back to the sight of my mother hanging sheets on the line and the delicious smell of the crisp, ironed cotton on those hot summer nights. This was indeed solace. What a sweet place to return to. Thank you.

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    1. Wendy- This means a lot to me coming from you. You write as I wish I was brave enough to. The feeling of solace was all important in this piece. By exploring where I found solace as a child I hope to little by little create a safe way to look at my past.

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  6. What a sweet piece, Teri. You took me right back to the sight of my mother hanging sheets on the line, the scent of the crisp, ironed cotton on those hot summer nights. Solace indeed. What a lovely place to return to. Thank you.

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  7. Wren song said-

    What a sweet piece, Teri. You took me right back to the sight of my mother hanging sheets on the line, the scent of the crisp, ironed cotton on those hot summer nights. Solace indeed. What a lovely place to return to. Thank you.
    ...Cynthia- this piece is a turning point bit of writing for me - I appreciate your comment very much!

    PS-I hit the delete button for this comment! So I still was able to save it enough to copy and paste it!!! Sorry Cynthia- http://canyonstones.blogspot.com/

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  8. Hi Teri...Thank you for visiting my sites today; always good having you visit and enjoy. I haven't been online much lately and glad I signed in today to come visit you here.

    This is a beautiful piece of writing! It transports me back to a place I can relate to in my childhood too, the smell and feel of "clean, crisp sheets" my mother used to bring in from the clothesline. I love the earthy, rootedness of your father's garden and your memories of him there, the willow trees,and the variety of trees planted long ago, overtaking the house. And I especially like the line and imagery in "I watched, as the sun tucked itself into the blanket of branches. Lighting up millions of green leaves, that became wavelike in the winds that blew off Lake Erie." Very nice haibun form too!

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