Sunday, November 22, 2015

Needle And Thread

Push me pull me
like a needle and thread.

In and out of your life.
In and out of your bed.

Used to be fine fabric.
Now it's wearing thin.

Nights spun of whole cloth
don't mean nothin' when

I can't mend you.

So love me leave me
like you always do.

Chase the star shine
see where it gets you to.

Compass rose
let her spin and spin.

Where you go
doesn't matter when

I can't go with you.

A relationship poem (Kerry's Ingrid Jonker challenge) for Play It Again at Real Toads. Also submitted to Poetry Pantry.

22 comments:

Fireblossom said...

Beware the sharp point of the needle.

brudberg said...

There is not a thread in the world that can patch something like this.. Love the rhymes here.

Gillena Cox said...

Oh this if fine. And a bit of a long poem from the one I've read from you.
Have a blessed Sunday

Much love...

Sioux said...

That made me think of Anthony Burgess' (spelling?) "Clockwork Orange" and the "ol' in and out"...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh, wow, this is to the point, no pun intended. You always totally nail your topic, MZ........as Bjorn says, not enough thread in the world, sometimes............

ஜிப்சி பனி said...

Kick ass poem.

Mary said...

Whew, that poem packs a wallop. If someone is in and out of someone's life & bed, perhaps better just to walk out the door.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Love the rhythm and flow of this poem :)

telltaletherapy said...

loved this poem with its rhythm and message: "Used to be fine fabric.
Now it's wearing thin." great lines!

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is a beautiful piece of poetry, so sad but the spinning of the lines is perfection.

Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

Oh yes those relationships that wear thin.....on and off again.

Sylvia K said...

Ah, sad but beautiful it is indeed, as always!! Thank you, MZ!

Truedessa said...

push me in and out of your life...ugh..know that feeling..

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

A sad realisation, beautifully poemed.

Outlawyer said...

Like a song or chant, or something age-old. Just terrific, MZ> k.

Gail said...

I love your talent of taking ordinary things and compare them to the human condition.

blueoran said...

This could have been writ on a tapestry from 1823. It has that oracular folk wisdom to it, old and true as oceans. Maybe its the rhythm and rhymes of the couplets which pause for a single line -- I can't mend you, I can't go with you. As if needle and thread darn and damn a heart that will never learn (which heart? lover, beloved? both)

Marian said...

Ahhh, well-spun.

Jae Rose said...

I love the steady rhythm...made me think of an old fashioned sewing machine and the noise of a bobbin going up and down...and the last line - divine - at some point we need to find harmony for ourselves...

Carol Campbell said...

This could be a very good song!!

Susan said...

I love this! I hope you didn't mean for it to be sad? I like the rhyme as if Quartets, laid out in couplets, and summed up by one, alone, a solitary line. So certain and done with mastery.

grapeling said...

generally wise to avoid the pricks... ~