We meet to consider old stitches;
knotted to the past by red thread
which, dangling still between us,
is tensioned by remembrance.
.
Our fragile family quilt,
sewn haphazardly by unpractised hands,
requires the nimble unpick of constituent parts
and the renewal of worn twine.
.
Too long we sensitive seamsters
put aside the intricacies of a trying task,
when the damaged beauty of our creased cloth
can be redressed with candor, and restored.
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Another masterpiece! I love the imagery in this– you wove it well
Thank you Audra. A good life is worth the work it brings x
Well said– again ( smile )
We meet to consider old stitches;/knotted to the past by red thread/which, dangling still between us,/is tensioned by remembrance.
Julia, genius! This works so well on so many levels. Beautiful!
It is akin to a topic I tackled in The Quilt, If you get a chance…http://bookofpain.wordpress.com/2012/12/21/the-quilt/
Thank you! I enjoy everyone of your postings and each new one, more than the last.
Ah yes, I remember your lovely poem, John. I love the idea of people pouring themselves into their craft and sharing that time and accomplishment with others. What could be more healing?