Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Kerri Shying R # 92 Mingling the Patterns ( after KK)

Mingling the Patterns ( after KK)
(to the 366bloggers)

Running through another’s

fingers  smooth
the selvedge edge

my stitching arm
machining for

a kind of

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


  1. I love the fact that the poems ends with "warm"!!

  2. It 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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