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Lindsay Meyer Poem
Scrap
Ends of complex strings woven through years, just now unraveling
Me, no scrap of yarn to roll playfully around your hands
While time allows your soul to slowly cast new stitches
Onto differing sized needles with expected uneven tension.
Please knit your practice scarves without wrapping me
In the acrylic offerings of your heart
Mine has paid time for many rows complete,
To keep my hard fought cashmere soft I cannot chance…
A spinners wheel that yields yet twine.
Copyright © Lindsay Meyer | Year Posted 2012
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Lindsay Meyer Poem
Unset Porcelain
You knew of my porcelain fragility
Chipped and marred quite recently
Though yet unset, my hope to be,
Repaired.
Inching steps, you said try yards
I am here! Relieve your guards,
My back was safe you sounded clear
The lioness artillery’s here
Promise.
I breathed my breath beneath your wing
No song of mine seemed worth to sing,
Much gifted mortar, I spread it free
Reflected on reciprocity,
Hopeful.
Then slammed with such common disregard
Hard force to break a brick, so hard,
Shattered senseless and alone
My sentry’s gone, I sent them home.
Bereft.
Copyright © Lindsay Meyer | Year Posted 2012
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