Dignity woven
from summer disgrace
replaced innocence
in my hope chest.
The poorly pieced quilt of desire
barely lasted a night.
When I'm heavy with time,
I explore the lace line stitches
with pincushion fingers
bandaged by scraps
of my pride.
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27 comments:
really nicely woven piece mz...sometimes even those small moments become big parts of our quilts...lace line stitches and pincushion fingers...they play well together...very tactile..
When dignity is all one has to hope for, and scraps of pride are used to protect the part of one's self that reaches furthest and feels the most, things have indeed frayed and come apart.
I've really been missing your short, rich, incredible poems.
love, love! quilt poems are a specific subset for which i am a sucka :)
As a quilter (in a former life) I loved this piece.
A lesson to be learned here ... create solid, strong, quilt stitches. No chance of unraveling ....
:-)
Painful, vivid imagery--sewing always almost but not quite punctures my fingers...an odd sort of sharp, hot pain...I have found that life has absolutely no dignity, especially if you're a woman. On the money with this one, MZ.
Always like your word play - first four lines - ooh very nice
ah felt that way a bit - but isn't that essentially the definition of losing your innocence we can always catch glimpses but never really get it back :-) thanks enjoyed
I love this, especially the last stanza!
"when I'm heavy with time"........what a great line! Love the "pincushion fingers".......this poem says a lot, in short perfectly selected phrases, as you have such a talent for doing.
This is my favorite part:
"When I'm heavy with time,
I explore the lace line stitches
with pincushion fingers
bandaged by scraps
of my pride"
Especially the first line, "When I'm heavy with time."
I feel sad to read this experience here--I am too intimate with the dignity which replaces innocence. I like the sewing metaphors you use to show it, sort of like Peter Pan sewing on his shadow. Course, when I accepted the loss/change, I did not feel much like dancing. Unfortunately, I think all children go through this eventually.
That's the lament of a true quilter!
Dignity woven
from summer disgrace
replaced innocence
It's a salvation, really! I see whatever negative happenings of summer have been salvaged and saved with the strength of mankind. Nicely MZ!
Hank
This made me think of summer romances and the mixture of shame and lust I felt when they were over.
I love your poem! I hope the stitches hold~ ;D This was eye opening and so well done! <3 it!
I read a pregnancy into this the first time through, but of course, this could mean other things as well. It really is packed with emotion - as most of your poetry is. Just love your writing.
This is such a well-sustained metaphor, explorative and packed with emotions.
this took my breath away, MZ ~ especially the last stanza! stunning!
♥
This is lovely MZ, specially the pincushion fingers verse ~
Happy weekend ~
I really like this... especially:
When I'm heavy with time,
I explore the lace line stitches
with pincushion fingers
bandaged by scraps
of my pride.
I like all the lines. Very well done, very poignant. K.
hai mama Zen...ur writing is gripping..God<3U
"When I'm heavy with time,
I explore the lace line stitches
with pincushion fingers
bandaged by scraps
of my pride."
You state it so beautifully !!!
A piece beautifully stitched together. :)
Ohhhh. This is beautifully woven, Mama Zen.
You wow me Mama Z.
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