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I remember being sick in winter as a child in south Louisiana and being confined to a bed covered with hand-sewn, colorful patchwork quilts. I would inspect each of the patterned cloth patches closely, letting my imagination go where it chose....there were all sorts of colorful patterns, flowers, plaids, prints....I often imagined, because of their juxtapositioned orientations that they were farmers' fields full of all sorts of interesting crops.

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Patchwork

Incremental layers, experience, pile up
Like quilts upon a bed in cold winters;
They weigh upon me. I occupy
Myself inspecting, describing them --
Like a child does squares of patchwork.
These multilayered patterns amuse:
I imbue them with richness, with depth,
Depending on my mood, my whimsey --
While their reality no more resembles
My perceptions than printed scraps
Of fabric are like fields
full of fantastic figures.

imaginationintrospectionlifenostalgiafree verse

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