you are a stitch
and the needles work
with moment's hesitation,
criss-crosses and spindle lines
etching the threads,
as simple traces
of feathered reality
and i was green
in red's flavor;
whence you pegged me
to your fabrics,
and i was left there
in stillness
A contest entry
- PIF by Lavender Butterfly.
450 points, ended November 21, 2007, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Well you certainly got my attention. Fabulous imagery and metaphor. Thanks ever so much for sharing... x Love and light, ButterflySecrets.

