My newest patchwork poem
Can You Believe God Opened Up the Heavens and Adam Appeared?
To count the stitches
at the moment of my birth,
she opens her window.
It’s either fable or truth and that’s based on your perception.
Thirty years fighting
the framework,
made fat on childhood dreams.
Only an arithmetic sound of rain falling
at the moment of my birth,
her view skewed by splashes of rain.
Tendrils of thread
tweedy beneath my fingers
like a cocoon of wet cotton wool.
To count the stitches,
drop stitches. Leave holes.
It is a dive into the unknown.
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This poem was written using lines from the following poets: mariacristina, Gautami, paisley, Lirone, writerwoman, Scott and lissa.
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posted by jillypoet @ 10:34 AM
4 Comments:
I'm reading this poem as if it were written from Adam's point of view. To me it reads aas if he were musing about his mother. Am I reading it correctly?
I have the impression that he doesn't believe the story of his birth, or that he isn't sure.
I love how you put these lines together. They flow so smoothly. I like being able to imagine what Adam must be thinking.
This process has helped me open up my imagination, and take greater leaps, an aspect of your writing I've already admired. Thanks, Jill!
i especially like the last stanza... the way it centers around "the fabric of our lives" without ever really saying so... very clever...
I really enjoyed reading this poem. I t appears from what maria cristina wrote to my read to be so open to interpretation. I really enjoyed the last stanza. I felt as if I could touch the fabric of the poem.
The last stanza is my favorite. It resonates.
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