Grandma's sewing machine lives inside
and antiqued cabinet that is
handcrafted mahogany carved out of
one piece of wood.
Memories resonate in the back of
a gray mind to a time the
needles and pins played
upon the surface.
Darning through the night for meager commissions.
Enduring sleeplessness. A laborious existence
stitched with admiration and adoration for the
mother who gave of herself.
Diminished fibers of thought strewn
casually aside. Struggles change direction
as the worn gain perspective.
Young ones mature. Follow their own lines.
Stiff, arthritic hands have no use
for machines tarnished with age.
There is a place for the television
to sit now.
Grandmas sewing machine lives inside
an antiqued cabinet that is
handcrafted mahogany carved out of
one piece of wood.
Author notes
This isn't exactly what it was meant to be I was working on it yesterday when I was interupted. I lost all of my work due to a computer error. The original piece was much nicer than this turned out to be. It was prompted by a contest prompt that I was unable to enter due to missing the deadline.
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Wonderful Aries
I wrote a poem about my Grandma,she also spent
countless hours on the old treadle sewing machine,
the poem could have been written for her.she was such
a gorgeous terrific old lady,everyone loved her
the young as well thought her 'cool'Glad I saw and
read your lovely poem (I know what you mean by being
interruptions,you can loose the 'thread'
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i like the intent of this piece and the feel of it; you should fix where it says "an grey" but i love the transition of the machine from something that is very connected to the grandma to just a good place for the television.
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I like your wording and thoughts behind this. Good memories are a rare treasure, and sometimes all that you have left.
I, personally, don't care for lines that end in the middle of nowhere, but when I read this the way I would normally read something (and ignored the line breaks), I liked this.
best wishes
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I hate it when my computer does that.
I like the metaphor behind the fact that the cabinet is carved from once piece of wood, but I think that you emphasize it a little too much. "A poet must leave traces of his passage, not proof." (Rene Char)
You have some very good images in here, and it is a very touching poem.
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I thought that might be the case with the repeating line. i removed it. than you for taking the time to read this piece.
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