There is no word I know,
No analogy that will show
Or capture or condense
That peculiar sense
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This poem should have been written by a woman! What you have described here is the mood of a woman and often she experiences this! When she aspires to stitch unwritten phrases, the dregs of unfinished works of pots to scrape and plates to be rinsed intervene! Enjoyed this intersting write!
Even I feel this should have been written by a woman....I agree it's a nameless solitary mood but loaded with great responsibility to be carried on for the routine purpose of the day....interesting write- 10
Thank you for your sensitive comment on my poem, posted in PH about two years ago. It does one a lot of good to know that a fragment of what one wrote and presented to readers was read by a reader with your ability and talent. I think of the women whom I respect and thank for their understanding. The least I can offer is my salutation of their fortitude and what we people call 'Dridam' in Tamizh, meaning something like courageous resolution. Best wishes. AM