Sam Kauffman Poet Free verse

The Garment

The Garment

You came to me, friend, seeking comfort
From a blustering wind
Clutching in your heart the shreds of a dream
Slashed by a storm of harsh words.

Threads made up of stolen moments
Woven in borrowed afternoons –
Patches of evening with moonlight stitches,
Scraps of dawn sown to sheer morning blue.

Seams split open – ripped and torn –
Fabric gaping in ragged shreds;
The laughter it bore silenced now
Overcome by a gale of tears.

Unsure, feeling helpless, searching for tools
To reweave the threads torn in despair
Words, like stitches, only started to mend
The fabric of your unraveling dream.

Your tearful eyes mirrored the tattered hopes
Knit within the threadbare cloth
Now knowing only time’s gentle tailor
Refashions the tears left by the wind.

You came to me, friend, seeking comfort.

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Kai Michael Neumann March 19, 2020 at 6:12 AM Wonderful. Sam Kauffman March 19, 2020 at 12:18 PM Thank you Kai Michael! So glad you enjoyed it. And I think I mentioned before what a gift your contest theme - Clown at the Abyss - was. Thank you for such an inspiring theme.

Sandra Adams March 11, 2020 at 8:56 PM great write.... love the metaphor in this,, congrats on your win! hugs Sam Kauffman March 12, 2020 at 10:17 PM Hi Sandra, Always nice to hear from you. You always have such positive feedback. Much appreciated! Thank you!

Edward Ibeh March 11, 2020 at 6:22 PM Marvelous piece, Sam:-) Congrats on your top win:-) Sam Kauffman March 12, 2020 at 10:15 PM Thank you so much Edward. I am always blessed by your messages. I appreciate your congratulations. Stay healthy my friend!

Andrea Dietrich March 11, 2020 at 5:52 PM very nicely done with the metaphors, Sam. Deep and beautiful. Sam Kauffman March 12, 2020 at 10:13 PM Thank you my friend. A garment just seemed to be the right metaphor - so fun to craft the poem around that metaphor. Stay healthy - have a good weekend.

Tom Cunningham March 11, 2020 at 3:04 PM Well composed Sam, a well deserved top win. Over Fork Over. Tom Sam Kauffman March 11, 2020 at 4:35 PM Your kind words are always so appreciated. Thank you for taking time to read The Garment. I wanted to honor - not sure that is the right word - the heartbreak of my friend. The task of crafting a poem around a metaphor brings me as much joy as the final poem. Over Fork Over!

John Watt March 11, 2020 at 1:35 AM Sam - the wind, gale, and storm provide the setting for heartbreak revealed. Your metaphor of a rent garment is so effective with all your fabric references (shreds, stitches, scraps, etc.) "Now knowing only time’s gentle tailor / Refashions the tears left by the wind" allows for that glimpse of hope that balances out the sadness. Your bookend first and last lines make a nice touch for this ode to a friend's comfort. Stunning poetry. Sam Kauffman March 11, 2020 at 12:01 PM Thank you, John. I like finding a metaphor then building a poem around it with thematic imagery. This just seemed to fit. I guess it's all part of creating poetry. And finding hope, processing so to speak, is such an important part of our life journey. I very much wanted the poem to end with hope.