patchwork

Cherry

By celticman

Mon, 05 Aug 2013
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3 comments
 

Da darned socks at the heel
Toing and froing
Never really going
Dropping a line
Mending time
Spit on a split
Holding the rift
Between wear and tear
Torn apart all that care
Look up in wonder
Fingers falling freer
Finding the frayed edge for you
Finding the frayed edge for me
Convergence finds space in need-be.

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Comments

Submitted by VeraClark on
celtic, this is a beautiful poem. Word spare like this isn't easy. The rhythm, the darning metaphor, the relationship behind it - it's good stuff.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Couldn't agree with Vera more, celtic;-) Tina

 

Submitted by celticman on
thanks Tina. my first comment on the new world of abc--see if it sticks!