Long Unsewn Poems
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What sort of life
Is taken away
Without a word
Without a say
From a life unknown
Unsewn to her side
Just left to slide
Into an unknown tomb
Ripped from the womb
That lies empty
Surrounded by plenty
Of long, happy lives
So we strive
To burn our hurt, our rage
Turn over another page
And move on from the grief
Spilt out from that brief
Elapse of time
But I don’t feel fine,
Or know how to remember
How to dismember
This event from my mind
And I yearn to find
A memory to create
And abate
These feelings that I’ve left you alone
On your own
With no love surrounding you
No future to renew
No reality born
Just torn
From our empty lives
I’m so sorry (I will never forget you)
Depression is a coat I wear constantly now
It used to hang in the closet now and then
I’d take it out to see if it fits and put it back
Its drab colors are enticing when I’m bare
I’d take it off misbelieving I still could
It was too costly to wear all the time
After what I’ve been through the size fits
Now, I can’t make the coat unzip
I see others in the spotlight strutting bare
With a coat on I swelter in joy’s lamp
I used to say just in case it pours inside
Then I'd run to the closet like a model
But, it's now knitted in skin in any weather
Now I know I'll wear it for my open casket
Its corduroy will no longer shroud my joys
Its diagnosis will be unsewn then
Even with no rain, I am bundled up
The soggy jacket knows me too well
It has stitched itself into my persona
It repels me from happiness at times
With no choice, I’ll act presentable
It never disappoints despite catcalls
That coat that never falls on the runway
So, I’ll make depression a fashion show
Euphoric in some strange delight
I just want to be yours alone
Under aurum cointreau twilight
You shine through my sull eyes, leadlight
For you, my sin, I pray, atone
Euphoric in some strange delight
Claim my soul with willing foreright
Devour me all, skin and bone
Under aurum cointreau twilight
Taste my ill tears and heal my blight
Carmine covenant, song I drone
Euphoric in some strange delight
Your lips of saccharine starlight
Drink scarlet of my heart unsewn
Under aurum cointreau twilight
Kiss me beneath milky moonlight
Just tell me that I’m yours alone
Euphoric in some strange delight
Under aurum cointreau twilight
In one day, I will be ready
to tackle what needs attention:
the unfinished projects,
the unsewn socks
my son gave
to me
In twelve hours, I will be ready
to write the symphony
that will make you
stop and look
at me
In six hours, I will weed the garden
of what is stronger than me,
whether it deserves to grow,
or not
I was here first!
I cannot compete,
so, I will tap dance
and look lovely
for those still watching
in the back rows
I found myself
in the forgotten shadows
of America
Listen!
I'm still here!
Even the stars tick in time
In three hours, I hope less,
the words will freeze her letters,
her letters will melt her lines,
her lines will spill over
into puddles
I am still collecting dimes
Sewing machine long idle, gathered dust
inside the room my sister liked the best.
Old fabric pieces lay where they’d been left.
I let my hand upon soft velvet rest.
I lit a candle like she used to do
nights of our youth when she’d gone there to keep
her mind off her young groom who’d gone to war
and not returned. Sometimes I’d hear her weep.
The war years seemed like only yesterday
when mother , then my sister, passed away.
All those years she’d sewn for pay, heart-broken!
She’d chosen - with our mom - alone to stay.
My fingers lingered on the velvet meant
to have been worn by her so as to spark
romance with her lost love. Unsewn it lay.
The candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark.
April 28, 2018 for Viv Wigley's One nine and sixteen poetry contest
(total fiction except I have a sister who loved to sew!)