hi!(posted 7936 days ago)Believing that poetry is pretty much subjective has kept me going condensing verses that carries the most understanding to myself. It sort of helps tone the voices in my head and the articulation in my vision of the world around me.
Below is my first "serious poem". Appreciate any thoughts. Thanks.
A Textile Story
She confesses not knowing much Meaningful colors, winding stitches would proclaim The feel of each piece names acclaim A history old could not hold An accentuation of a story told
She admires a friend Bold, creative moves her designs trend Grew out somewhat of a family influence Tryingly understand and acerbic Varied folds and underlining links of fabrics
This praxis weaves a tale A rendering to their friendship details A passing stitch in living As slow as thoughts riding on shared misgivings Just as confirmed no two-piece is the same So is their character embroidery frame
She is like a period piece in kind Perishing cold projects between quiet find While her designs speak of warmth and perseverance over time Her deciduous decencies is playing for time By warp and weft along eclectic vulnerabilities Seen and felt
What draws inspiration does she reckons The great works or names in the field Or her own fanfare in dreams to become If not really are That quiet homes and arms have known
There is profound intimate strength in her work Incisive choices contrive of her belief In reflection of Art and Knowledge brief A need to relate her deepest sentiments assuage In each material suture but much of her an image
Vanity and sublime messages does not cease What crochet and knit could tease In wanting to represent and epitomize This is what I see to. This is what feels by me. Though let not it define me.’
Still let her passion continues always Unlike this premise friendship conceiving Gathering spirit duly receiving Embroidered notions and shortcomings The warmth of our yarn Needs more her reckoning.