Sunday, July 05, 2015

Patching it Back Together

Patching it Back Together by Teri H Hoover©
Sunday July 5, 2015
The Sunday Whirl #206


Escaping the bed of bones,
In the shade of the splintered heart,
a quilt lays open upon the grass.

The sadness dried like clay and cracking
in the collapse of the walls.
Whirls to dust, one grain grapples for safety.


Black crow turns its head toward a song in the trees.



The Words: quilts, grain, heart, crows, escaping, open, collapse, clay, splintered, crack, crawled, bones

25 comments:

  1. The crow diminishes sadness in this piece, turning attention up from the musings the quilt brings. I can hear the singing, and find myself searching the branches for that bird. ;)

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    1. I always find that is my main contribution to the poems I write. To diminish the mournfulness. So great to be back Brenda!

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  2. Beautiful done in a compact form.

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  3. nice.

    Just chose either the "a' or the "the" in the last line.
    "a song in the trees" or "the song in the trees"

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    1. Thank you for the extra set of eyes! And appreciate you visit. Teri

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  4. How vivid was that image of that one grain trying not to be blown away. Beautiful imagery.

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    1. Thank you very much OE.

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  5. It seems that from birth we are always mourning something.
    And yet to take the time to relish in the beauty of nature illuminates our inner hope.

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    1. JULES!! I know I have been away for so long. Please know I think of you often. Know that I am relishing so much beauty in my life with my new grand daughter. xoxo Teri

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    2. I remember when your daughter got married... Hers/ theirs?
      Blessings to all.
      Son of Son is now 5 and his Sis will be 2. So I know, I know!

      Remember 'real life' always comes first. :) And know that I am so very happy for you and yours!

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  6. So much sadness, Teri - but it only takes the one grain grappling for safety. I associate crows with mystery and sometimes malevolence but the song in the trees offers hope. Hugs from CO.

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    1. Barb- It is one of the reasons I put writing aside. I keep thinking I am not that sad, and boom every time I write there it is. I hope you are well and will stop by soon! xoxox Teri

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  7. Like a scene of crumbling yesterdays hoping for some sweet music to begin tomorrow. Lovely poem.

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    1. Gemma- So nice to see and hear from you. I will be right over to visit. Thank you

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  8. The quilt, like a deserted picnic scene. Life in ruins and yet...

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    1. and yet... Thank you Veronica.

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  9. There is both a disjointed feel and pattern to this - exactly like a quilt which is watched together in any which way we can make it

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    1. Jae Rose, your comment helps me "see" what I have written. Thank you.

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  10. ooh - simple, yet rich with meaning. well done!

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    1. Thank you very much MP!

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  11. How vivid and melancholy this image wow

    mindlovemisery

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  12. I'm glad you're back writing again - an excellent wordle poem. Writing can be cathartic, to extirpate the sadness that we all feel from time to time.

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  13. Welcome back, so good to see and hear from you. And yes, I am still writing. Some days it's just a bad habit, while others make it a secret pleasure found nowhere else. Between those two I find balance and more often than not, I find that patchwork quilt of warmth while listening to that song only the crow might hear. Thanks much for the visit,

    Elizabeth

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  14. Like the grain, I too find myself grappling for safety. I think we all do.

    Whirling with Marge

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