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Tuesday, August 30, 2016

New Day Darning

                                                                                                                            

In my mind
I can see a hand
stitching, like my grandmother's,
her weary eyes squinting
in concentrated effort.

The thimble makes the slightest
yet completely satisfying
*tink*
rhythmically against the needle’s eye.

I fear there’s not enough line to finish
and there will be one too many knots
and stops and starts and tired tired tired.
Yet the thread pirouettes,
reversing with the same planted spaces,
familiar X patterning coming to roost
along the hopeless halves of a torn dream
surgically reuniting
whether they like it or not.

In my mind
I have the power…
my grandmother's chalky bones
scattered somewhere,
gathering
into an intravenous potion
injectable through that needle

darning a broken heart
that will not mend.


5 comments:

  1. and as you know, it takes time. there's always going to be left, and undesired knot misplaced. you see it, want to go back and untie it but you don't want to go back. we sometimes have to accept that untidy knot as, now, part of the aesthetic, the whole of us.

    well penned. hope your slowly getting untied

    gracias

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  2. I see you healing...I see your heart mended...Beautiful write, my Annie. xo

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  3. and if the line's a bit show? i still think you have what you need to keep that good worthy heart in one piece.

    i am delighted to see you back here. delighted. delighted!
    love
    kj

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  4. Ms. Wine,,, Such a wonderful arrangement of words. Folks see you in each one. You have "stitched" together a pattern, laced with many "knots that" will not come undone...

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