Stitches Poems

Stitches

Shelley wove us a tale of a monster more a man
A fleshy beast without, a broken heart within
Created in hubris and sin
Stitched together and broken
Again and again.

Frayed and tattered
Unraveled and splintered
Brittle and battered
Bled out and injured

Held together by needle and thread
Less alive and more or less dead
A patchwork man, soulless and cold
Unmended scars numbers untold

I

THIS QUILT

THIS QUILT

This quilt a kaleidoscope of 
corduroy colours  
a struggle to even 
out lucid lovers 
cotton wool lies in 
bumpity flats
I unravel thread
just like that cat !

Stitches are too loose or tight
corners say alright, so blight
while mantras race in light
“THE GRACE OF 
IMPERFECTION TIGHT ” !

So like my country of carnivals 
which takes too

My Life Redefined

The winter storm in me blows me away,
from the beautiful spring that awaits,
The pensive rain showers on me,
than the warmth of the Sun,
Darkness in my life overshadows the light 
Those pensive scars,
in my pulsating heart,
never heal,
bruising me over and over again.
Stitches undone,
I'm bleeding again,
This is my Life, My life Re-defined.

Serging Through Life's Stitches with Scars

Serging through life, I whipstitch, weft, and welt,
But always, my thoughts are pick-threading.

As stippled patches of emotion rise and fall in me,
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me
Just too many scars.

The mindless mind stresses itself through mental snares,
I waste away beneath it all, piecing and pondering.
Where the struggling soul and pleating body meet,
I seek

Stitches

Stitches
 
A wound, deep and wide.
Gaping, Ragged, Bleeding...

Cover with the cloth of

False Smiles.

Cover with the cobweb gauze of

Empty Sympathy.

Clamp it shut with fingers of

Chemical Laughter.

Hold it together with shaky hands of

Liquid pain relief.
              
 A wound, deep and wide ...

Remains.

A wound,deep and

Stitches

Stitches
 
A wound, deep and wide
Gaping, Ragged, Bleeding

Cover with the cloth of

False Smiles

Cover with the cobweb gauze of

Empty Sympathy

Clamp it shut with fingers of

Chemical Laughter

Hold it together with shaky hands of

Liquid pain relief
              
 A wound, deep and wide 

Remains.

A wound,deep and

Centipede Stitches

I’ll never forget the beauty of
a stare unabashed and 
unwelcome in its own right

The public spaces in which
my mind unravels
from cords pulled tight
against hollow lobes

The centipede that stitches them both
together in the fading light with
tiny purposeful arrogant unwavering
masterful steps one at a time

With no guiding notion
other than grooves in the bark
of twisted branches

Though that very

Lost Stitches

If you can’t stand the criticism
put down your pen
Instead take up knitting
but caution the thread
Too thick and your stifled
too thin and your bare
As needles purl over
—what hides in despair

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

Love Stitches An Ocean

Love Stitches an Ocean


We met once
along the lines 
of short sentences

in the aether 
we exchanged
conversations in dreams

we thought we were poets
but we were just empty chimes
echoing the us before us, 

we existed 
free verse
in the unseen

next time 'round
when we meet, 
again,

you will remember me

you will 
think
déjà vu

they say
there - 
in that time and place

well, 
there,

Stitches

Where can home be found,
when mother can’t pick up the phone?
I follow her in patchwork,
until I see her brilliance,
once again, in heaven.

happiness wrap me in a queen-sized quilt,
                    with love’s vagabond stitches
    

Stitches

Rage shatters the heart 
One are now two
Separates warmth
Bloods cold blue
Battered long before
This but he knew
Then why did I adore
He with whom I grew
Greatly did I give
For granted it was took
Admission hid behind
In his charismatic look
Cherished love behold
The place I carry he 
Alive within my soul
Toxic as can be
Tongue lashes without care
Removing every stitch
Emotionally bare
Drained

Stitches Short

Alive within my soul, toxic as can be
His words remove the stitches, that kept my heart a beat
True love was once the claim, if ever that were true
Sewing broken pieces was all he had to do

She Kept 'Em In Stitches

She was a jolly seamstress Miss Gritches

     Who was a whiz at patchin' men's britches

          And alterin' ladies skirts

                And sewin' buttons on shirts

   

In Stitches and In Toughness

The tongue, the tooth or today,
Or then, the gaze with memories and sweat,
Left of the misery, the haze, or the blurred set,
The thoughts tied to the codes for the day,
The tongue, the tooth or the say today.

The better character to talk of for casuals,
Worth the keep, the dialogues and perusals,
Mirrored in own self, the beauty

Stitches

my shoe shot into the air
like fireworks — polished black

my sailor-sock in shock
Japanese sailors in stitches

3/6/2020

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