home is hollow breath
without the slinking specter—
soft as velvet dusk
with purrs woven into seams
egos stitched with hooked tail flits
a silent stalker
keeper of embers in flame—
you walk where you please
crowning your chosen lap place
with aloofness all at peace
every homely hall
lacks the thrum that makes it beat
until mystery
curls itself beside the soul—
omnipresent whiskered face
As this life now quickly drifts away,
I'm unable to look around and say,
Look at all the difference I've made...
Sewn is the carnage I now reep today..
The fields I'm forced to work, like a nineteenth century slave;
With only my two bare hands
under a sun of a southern summer day...
My sweat pouring down like a thunderstorm drops it's rain;
As every new day leaves, more and more pain.
Captured are all the moments that created this disarray...
Ignored was the spiraling, from all your mindless yesterday's ;
That now lies before you, like a body in full decay...
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.
God stitches together our life story
A patchwork quilt sewn meticulously
With all the best and tough times included
Not any experience excluded.
God watches over us and it does seem
That He doth perfectly sew a fine seam
Our quilt keeps on growing out in the mist
So we leave behind His wonderful gift.
Every stitch is sewn in with tender care
Each patch having unique stories to share
Stories telling all that we are made of
Our worries, troubles and mostly our love.
Reminders of all the deeds we have done
Plenty to recall, all happiness spun
Then when the quilt has come to completion
Hopefully it's a worthy achievement.
Each patch is a piece of our history
The essence that makes up who's you and me
Tears and fears that our ups and downs arouse
The laughter, the smiles that wrinkle our brows.
Thank God for His love and His tender care
For the quilt that'll warm someone's heart somewhere.
I run around in circles -
desperately looking for light.
Another spear is thrown-
but I can't see.. it's hard to fight.
My words are carved right out of me-
as I worship silver tongues.
Let out a valiant battle cry-
'fore the air's swept from my lungs.
A dagger clips my shoulder-
of which now is chipped and wounded.
Developes brute infection-
how the hell do I remove this?
It spreads like wildfire-
rots my body, mind, and soul.
I feed on my own flesh-
to fill the emptiness; this hole.
But then I'm baited in-
I fall for all the same old tricks.
With promises of safety-
that there will be no more neglect.
As soon as I fall into him-
he strings me up a noose.
Illuminates my shortcomings-
triggering my self abuse.
Can I do no good-
is there no way I am of use?
My shame burns me alive-
It's clear my efforts are no use.
How ignorant of me-
to love so blindly in the dark.
Why dive into that darkness-
knowing I'll get ripped apart?
It's simply that I love him-
and pray someday we'll be alright.
So I keep my eyes sewn shut-
if I want love I must stay blind.
expel, release
expel, release
organs filling up with grease
release, expel
release, expel
drowning, swimming, feelings dwell
theres a dark cave where spirits hide
secret thoughts exist inside
misty, noxious, humid slime
in the cave inside my mind
lost my footing crawling through
just wanted to get to you
bursting sores across my skin
hide my neck and mask my chin
my lips are sewn together with the thread of my sins
please let go of your scissors, don’t open me
death warms me up while life freezes my fingers
carry me away from this suit of pain
i’m locked inside but no sense lingers
the sludge is muffled, squeeze my brain
The wind
comes in at night,
bringing with it new ghosts
but I'm wrapped tight in mother's quilt,
each painstaken swatch stitched by her own hand
She sings a breathy lullabye
and rocks me to sleep in
the cradle of
the wind
Late at night
my eyes could merely see the rocking empty chair
you left behind.
Never knew It would leave,
wounds that'll ne'er mend.
The art on the kitchen wall,
The pillow you sewn
Each line
Like a diamond glittering at moonlight
Like a reflection from the mirror
I envision every corner, you
May be you held me in my sorrow
May be I learnt to sing because you inspired
But here it is
the vacant table with a broken eyewear
Of yours, I supposed.
There's silence
There's calamity
The lost joy, the gone years
Sufficient to mourn for today
When love dies.
I like someone
who speaks all my languages
not just their own
I love someone
who when I get
my head sewn to the carpet
doesn't say
"Good luck with that "
She sat for hours
Needle in hand
Stitching in silence
Inviting medleys
She stitched together
Hues happy and glad
Brilliant and vibrant
Inviting medleys
She threaded her needle
Gently with patience
Taking time to create
Inviting medleys
She laced each stitch
Careful, a caress
Against soft fabric
Inviting medleys
She pieced each square
Rectangle or triangle
Together with care
Inviting medleys
She gave her heart
To the pieces she sewed
Weaving hope with her thoughts
Inviting medleys
She held out the quilt
Sensational dreams
Blowing on souls
Inviting medleys
She gave them away
Pieces of her love
Graceful praise
Inviting medleys
She was always laughing
Alive with compassion
Filling her stitches with light
Inviting medleys
She wove love and hope
Into her quilts
Delighting spirits
Inviting medleys
''T'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
November 7, 2021
TAPESTRY THEME WORD
Job done,
All swen up
Shopping over
Bought all of this year's
Christmas presents
In 1 fowl swoop off Amazon
Everyone this year gets a
Covid-19 test kit
Finally the perfect gift no 1 will exchange
I'm so confident in them i never even bothered to keep the receipts just incase
The gift that keeps on giving
If the test proves negative
As you may well see next Christmas
And if no cure has been found by then
You can re-gift them right back
To a name we're sewn
bestowed upon us like chain
made for us alone
Some before have shown
though covered with dust the stain
lasts longer than bone
So let us atone
for the deeds that rust the name
by which we are known
~
Dressed in a jacket of tie dyed illusion
Measuring moments to spare
Dangling truth in the seams of confusion
Camouflaged, nothing to wear
Fastened by Velcro in heart strings of passion
Sewn with a lingering thread
Patterns on paper with words now in fashion
Running the walkway instead
Fabrics are woven of promised affection
Altering hemlines anew
Polishing buttons to claim your reflection
Love it looks so good on you
11/01/19
For the: Fashion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
thread
needle
we sewed love
truly threaded
sewn
"Seams Sewn in Souls Strung like Pearls Cast out into the World"
In each of us
a pearl
God
the unknown
embryonic
soul
In each of us
the common
thread
Seams Sewn in Souls Strung like Pearls
Cast out into the World
Different beds
Same Road
Home
(Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018)
1. https://www.nytimes.com/2018/05/15/style/sunni-colon-music.html
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