Threads stitch
Lines through our hearts
Broken by the space
Between apart and now
We falter
Spinning our wheels
Yearning touch
Hand prints on wet windows
Where echoes ring rivulets
That seep beneath our skin
Gnawing air
Like butterfly wings we blow
Until the sugar falls off
And all that’s left is gasps
Words, pierced mid-syllable
By needles
Filled with ink
So it sticks
Like a whistle through our lips
So many stitched-tight lines
It’s easy to forget how things spin
Brenda Warren 2017
I love, ‘so many stitched-tight lines.’
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So gorgeous:
“Like butterfly wings we blow
Until the sugar falls off
And all that’s left is gasps”
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Beautiful.
Love,
Pamela
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Love this!!!
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Although there is deep sorrow in these lines, your imagery is incredible, Brenda. This is a terrific write on so many levels,
Elizabeth
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A poignant piece tinged with sorrow.
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The imagery here is breath-taking
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Reading poem I was obsessed by a feeling of sadness no doubt caused by those early words ‘broken by the space between apart and now’ tha set the whole scene.
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