Mystic Rose Rose Poet Free verse

Sewn To The Pages Of My Life

Still unwritten not quite, filled in 
every word has pinned itself to story  
like a sewing machine stitch 
down a runway path to somewhere; 
Turning points and zig zag threading 
let the seams tell of the glory 
Pages of my life sealed inside a book 
like bookends at a fairground 
holding steady until the rider mounts; 
Still unwritten not yet ready to wear,  
this garmented padded book of tales 
isn't finished yet, ...


Until a dried rose gets pressed
against the pages of my life, 
my eulogy stands told 
in my book, of life.

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Duke Beaufort September 9, 2024 at 3:31 PM Rose, I am glad the sewing isn't over yet. What do we have, but the means to be kind to each other? We all have ways to stitch things together and sometimes there is a marvelous garment to show for it. I read the comments and marvel at how you worked in a factory setting. That turns out to be a lesson, which more people might benefit from. Mystic Rose Rose September 10, 2024 at 6:47 PM Thank you for that beautiful well thought out comment Duke, yes I smile every time I think of it, every experience we have in life, helps us become who we are today, :)

Joseph P. DiMino September 5, 2024 at 4:28 PM Inspiring! Go for it! You get a FAV!

Maria Williams September 5, 2024 at 1:15 AM You have the the most amazing way of describing things Vie,let the seams tell of your glory, love that line...Hugs Mystic Rose Rose September 5, 2024 at 10:40 AM I love to weave my childhood memories into my poetry, 15 and working in a factory learning how to sew, scared and afraid I would mess it up, lol, I had lied and said I had experience, the manager knew it was a lie but hired me anyways, I was her best worker in due time lol thank God it was just a summer job, :)

Victor Buhagiar September 4, 2024 at 9:23 AM Amazing poem interlaced with imagery and emotions. Your talent shines as always. Mystic Rose Rose September 5, 2024 at 10:39 AM I remember being 15 and learning how to sew on a sewing machine in a factory, what an experience, Lord is like that too

Susan Lawrence September 3, 2024 at 6:05 PM Vie, so many immersive emotions and images. My mother has always been a seamstress fashioning wedding gowns ...at home I watched her as a child and learned the stiches my self. I love how you have woven life and emotions togther. Beautifully done. I want to read it ! Hugs to you, Susan :) Mystic Rose Rose September 3, 2024 at 7:31 PM Yes I learned how to sew on a sewing machine when I was 15 and working a summer job , Lots of memories with that old Singer, Susan, thanks for taking the time to leave a comment :()

Jay Narain September 3, 2024 at 11:16 AM Nice poem Mystic Rose Rose September 3, 2024 at 7:31 PM glad you enjoyed the poem Jay, be well !

Tom Cunningham September 3, 2024 at 8:06 AM Hoping you have many more pages of your life to write Vie. Its frightening though as you get older you wonder how many chapters you have left. Never put off doing things either, you don't want pages of regret in your book. Tom Mystic Rose Rose September 3, 2024 at 7:30 PM Yes Tom hopefully we have a few more chapters and we best fill them with important things that matter to us most, I believe we grow much more appreciate of Time as we grow old, Thank you for your kind visit. Your comment too :)