Open Poetry #27 |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
Detached as a leaf from a stem stitches loosens from the bottom of a hem; they will come to you, my boy in droves even if you stuff your face with garlic cloves To be required and then sought after to be unneeded and not looked after are at either end of the magic stick are contraries held by the candle wick. The wax melts and to some degree warmth is felt I have been so accustomed as to think it permanent affection is as temporary as a costume belt fit and proper for a scene, to the next a detriment. Partake..join a group and socialize extend your public reach..or exorcise... of the need to be the apple of every eye contacts inevitably break, by and by the feel of stitches lies in the hand of the sewer are constantly rekindled as he grows older... or does he become imbibed in the need to reflect about the number of stitched years he has left [This message has been edited by ecrivan (07-28-2003 08:04 AM).] |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
Martin, I always love your outlook on life...very well done! Made me think some. |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Wonderful |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Great Poem! Eric |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
thank you all for sharing [This message has been edited by ecrivan (07-28-2003 08:03 AM).] |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Interesting choice of words...stitches are something I know a little about...and it would seem that whether they are cross stitch or repair...the fabric becomes a new and strengthened garment to be worn well. Enjoyed this write. TD |
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