Mingling
the Patterns ( after KK)
(to
the 366bloggers)
Running through another’s
mind
fingers smooth
the selvedge edge
my stitching arm
machining for
a kind of
marriage
bed the quilting up
of what abuts
less quiet than the
warp and weft
of speech
which weaves
a wilder path
silly string in hair
it clings against all reason
covers nothing
warms nobody
can’t be wrapped
or drawn is
never used to carry out the body
when dear life
deserts it
patches -small things
no choice alone
too flimsy
scrap finds remnant
to collaborate
accrue accrete
every bit of everything
that keeps a body
warm
I love the fact that the poems ends with "warm"!!
ReplyDeleteThat is so beautiful, Kerri!
ReplyDeleteIt is the very corner of something I think. I am still too new so it is all ahead of me I trust.
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