summer quilt
adaptation is the mother of sanity
you think i’m wrong hiding beneath
this blanket of light
absorbing everything you say
my shadow has hot, hard edges
nothing gets blurred from black to white
you are blue and i am syllable
stitched together by frustration’s empty needle
there is no breeze to humble this silence
and the sun creeps by in patterns
geese and ring, cabin and star
pieced-together stories left unread
we are puzzles in a frame of empathy
one day soon, it will rain again
wash us clean and bleed our colors together
until we’ll have to squint to define
the outlines of distinction
even as they fade
away
July 9th, 2013 at 8:17 am
the lines of distinction can be….faded, blurry, and tattered to remind us that more often than not, there is no “right.” there just is. until there isn’t. reliably, it all starts up again!
July 9th, 2013 at 10:25 am
nice…some great lines…the first, on adaption…yes…you are blue and i am syllable
stitched together by frustration’s empty needle…wow…love the sound of puzzles in the frame of empathy as well…love the fading of those lines of distinction as well…tight piece.
July 9th, 2013 at 2:32 pm
puzzles in a frame of empathy…i like…and the rain washing clean and bleeding the colors together… and it so makes sense…
July 9th, 2013 at 3:24 pm
‘one day soon, it will rain again
wash us clean and bleed our colors together
until we’ll have to squint to define..’ — just stunning.
July 9th, 2013 at 3:39 pm
I love the surrealistic movement to this, much like pulling a needle through, stiching different patterned cloths together. >KB
July 9th, 2013 at 3:39 pm
So many evocative and beautiful lines – I especially loved: you are blue and i am syllable
stitched together by frustration’s empty needle
July 9th, 2013 at 3:43 pm
Wonderful! I especially like:
you are blue and i am syllable
stitched together by frustration’s empty needle
July 9th, 2013 at 4:30 pm
This is was lovely… one thing I like is how you end the poem with the lines getting shorter and shorter.. like a whisper dying out.. fading away.. great combination of form and words.
July 9th, 2013 at 4:46 pm
“there is no breeze to humble this silence”
That’s the hardest thing, isn’t it? Gorgeous!
July 9th, 2013 at 4:56 pm
Gorgeous write! That first line is just classic.
July 9th, 2013 at 4:59 pm
Such beautiful writing—
I loved–
we are puzzles in a frame of empathy
It seems to say so much–
July 9th, 2013 at 4:59 pm
I really enjoyed this, Mrs M – especially the being washed clean and the fading of distinctions.
July 9th, 2013 at 5:16 pm
I really like ‘adaptation is the mother of sanity.’ I agree. If we don’t adapt we are in a stuck place, I think. We have to adapt to move forward.
July 9th, 2013 at 5:51 pm
Frustration’s empty needle. YES! That is so true. And what a way to make a quilt. Well done!
July 9th, 2013 at 5:56 pm
Oh, I like.
July 9th, 2013 at 7:43 pm
So many great lines.
Excellent write.
July 9th, 2013 at 7:53 pm
Love this part:
and the sun creeps by in patterns
geese and ring, cabin and star
pieced-together stories left unread
we are puzzles in a frame of empathy
Wishing you a wonderful week ~
July 9th, 2013 at 9:06 pm
kelly….i love this one so much…..i wish i knew why exactly, but that doesn’t really matter…all i know is that i read it twice 🙂
July 9th, 2013 at 9:30 pm
there is no breeze to humble this silence..I found this to be a powerful line..perhaps, a breeze is needed.
July 9th, 2013 at 10:49 pm
we are puzzles in a frame of empathy and that which follows blows me away and into the realm of inspiration and this is all we can hope for as poets so I say thank you.
and for this comment and level of understanding I also add my thanks
The truth of life is made beautiful by its ugliness.
July 9th, 2013 at 10:51 pm
Really enjoyed the blend of the hard and soft in this piece
July 10th, 2013 at 12:57 am
this, for me, brightest among all the luminosity of this write:
nothing gets blurred from black to white
you are blue and i am syllable
stitched together by frustration’s empty needle
July 10th, 2013 at 1:39 am
Kelli–this is fantastic. Loved every clean, and then blurred, edge.
July 10th, 2013 at 2:01 am
…this is a wonderful poem that teaches & reminds quite an important wisdom… thank you for sharing… smiles…
July 10th, 2013 at 5:40 am
Awesome.
July 10th, 2013 at 2:17 pm
adaptation is the mother of sanity
What a powerful opening and you followed it up equally strong. Well written.
July 10th, 2013 at 4:34 pm
Great poem. A lot of great metaphors and images, much to contemplate. We make ourselves of broken shards.
July 11th, 2013 at 12:51 pm
Well written and the emotional content explicit. Enjoyed