Friday: nearly end of the week
i am weaker still
along days
months; years
i bend to the will
of unconscious dreams
& stalk my eyelids.
propping them open
to see the blind girl
cross the road
to the other side of the torn seam.
A contest entry
- Keeping Things Whole by AJ Morelli.
3500 points, ended April 2, 2009, 24 entries
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i absolutely adore the closing line of this poem, wonderful Gill
great tone and voice to this one, i also like the image of seeing the blind girl, very strong write
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go to spec-savers
they will fix you up real good
without a trace of irony
you know it makes sense.
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like a well made quilt, this is a very intricate piece.the symmetry of the two depict a lifetime and how that lifetime was lived. i feel personal about this for it is part of my culture. thank you for sharing.
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this is beautiful poetry
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I'm thinking that you are the one who sees and knows of across the road, which the 'blind girl' doesn't but are also like all of us, in her position, not knowing what we will find until we come to it. All considered in the comfy world of quilt, which I like muchly.
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beautiful. x
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" the quilt"
I love quilts,Gillian. They were a big part of life for woman of my mother's generation and those that came before; and for my generation, here in Canada, they are still treasured heirlomes. I think inherently people understand the amount of work that goes into one and that all the hands and stiching put to it are to bring comfort to us when we lay ourselves to sleep on long winter nights...this makes to me the weight of the sadness of this enigmatic poem even weightier, that somehow, even the comfort of the quilt can't fully restore the sleepy seamstress.
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"i bend to the will
of unconscious dreams
& stalk my eyelids."
i love this so much, beautiful poetry Gill, i think of getting through things in life when reading this...i love the metaphor of a 'torn seam'..all that makes me think of. best of luck...
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"& stalk my eyelids"
I love that line. Exceptional write, hon.
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Always like reading you Gil. This is really very interesting. The use of the guilt was inspirational.
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i feel like there is a kind of symmetry to your voice: you are vigilant here, poet, looking outward, and i can see you, too, trying to keep it together. -needlefish
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And into each patchwork piece is a stitch of life..just lovely C
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i just adored this..
reminds me of making a quilt with my grandmother years ago when i spent summers with her....
we finished it when she started to get really sick and she told me to hang onto it for my first child...
just reminds me of passing on generation to generation and how things continue even though in the smaller picture they seem to end...
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Simply love this, gilly - as you always say "beautimous"!
what a wonderful title and metaphor here, the stitching, the long time to make it beautiful and whole again, the story of a life..slow in the making but oh my, the endresult is a labour of love...and yes, we are always moving towards the "other side of the torn seam" - there is indeed another side.
this is great poetry, girl
~ Nicolette
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torn seam ftfw! !! !! ! !!
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all quilts are sewn eyelids
the color is the gaze
the pattern a haze
nude often
because it needs no underwear
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I too, like the idea of the quilt...sometimes quilts are made to tell stories. Each patch represents a different time, different part of our life. I suppose, poetry is the same. Enjoyed
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Yes but Gill, you know I love patchwork quilts and have even had a go at doing them over the years, because it is making something beautiful out of things that have already had a life, and maybe things that have come to the end of one life but then become part of another. The analogy is obvious, but then not always- you need to know quilts to appreciate the fine points that something is not 'just a quilt' it is fragments of something and nothing all arranged to make a new pattern, all juxtaposed to make a work of art, all things that were useful and become useful and beautiful - I like to think that it is a symbol that nothing ever 'dies' not one day, it can be reformed or used as is and remain part of a whole.
Well, that all made sense, didn't it. Not.
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it made perfect sense to me!!!
so yes, making things whole again out of nothing and something, you are wonderful, do you know that... yes
Yes!!!
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I wouldn't have thought to use a quilt for this... I love that you did.
you know...you're pattern?
one of a kind, no one can duplicate this, Gill.
I hope you never stop bending to the will of dreams...conscious or not. They are what make each day worth it.
I love you.
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this just sorta fell out this afternoon, after i sat and mended my pyjamas this morning, skinflint i am... hahahhahah
but thank you my lovely girl... i am pretty glad no-one can duplicate me!! - heheh -
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lol yes
broken molds
both of us
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twins!!!!!
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