based on "fabric of life" prompt
Can't pick and choose,
hate stitching dead babies,
cancer, family fights,
into my life quilt.
Wish I could cull out
the jagged jarring pieces,
hog the pretty symetrical
bits, perfect moments,
smiling children, straight A's.
Doesn't work like that,
Gotta ust it all.
You definitely have that right, Victoria! You have to use the pieces you get...like it or not.
ReplyDeleteyes...definitely got to use them all..the good and bad..and together it gives that pattern that is just us - nicely woven..
ReplyDeletei like how you turned your family and life into swatches of fabric and weaved them togehter
ReplyDeletewow. power verse...i wish at times i could cut those jarring images out myself but in the end they ad texture to the better...
ReplyDeleteThis is so good. I gotta confess I was confused when I saw your name because I haven't even written mine yet. :0) The voice you created in this one, matter of fact, listing all the tragedies of life as if they were just so many pieces and colors of fabric, really adds to the impact of the whole piece.
ReplyDeleteSo true, so beautifully said.
ReplyDeleteWhew, takes my breath away. I do know that it is though pieces that make the quilt stronger.
ReplyDeleteThat's where the art comes in. I like the direct style in this one very much.
ReplyDeleteevery patch of a life quilt has the good and bad, pieced all together, there is beauty, very honest write, appreciate this
ReplyDeleteI guess it all depends on what kind of design we make with all the pieces. I hope to make mine emphasize those happy pieces, but the others can be woven into something with a different kind of beauty I think. Nice writing!
ReplyDeleteQuite right, hate to say it. I guess one has to change one's perspective about bad and good. Not so easy. K.
ReplyDeleteSo many ideas in such few words. Love the tone it gives off. The frustrations of life itself woven into the quilts. Thanks for the read!
ReplyDeleteNo, we can't pick and chose and if we didn't have the bad in life how would we know the good when it came to us?
ReplyDeleteLovely, raw, honest.
Wow, Victoria, a powerful poem of truth as to the quilt of families.
ReplyDeleteHow very true. We must strive to accept the "good" with the "bad"...not always black and white though, is it.
ReplyDeleteWoW...double wow. Lots to think about.
ReplyDeleteDeep thoughts most skim over.
Peace
Siggi in Downeast Maine
If every piece was the same, what a boring quilt this would be. Victoria. Altogether yours weaves a beautiful life-affirming pattern.
ReplyDeleteThe purpose of the quilt is to give all of a life a meant, unified shape, which, I think, the heart is, for better and worse. All of it the honest image of a self, perhaps a soul ... You're exactly right. - Brendan
ReplyDeletecreativity shown individually when each one is done. just like poetry, we each have a style, under the same category.
ReplyDeleteCheers.
Without the jagged jarring pieces, we would have no poetry to share, for we would soon tire of just rainbows and children laughing. We need the thorns to toughen our skin and our resolve.
ReplyDeleteA powerful poem!
ReplyDeleteThis one takes my breath away. Wow!
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