A blue blouse adheres to
stitches, moving along the finest edges
of colours, exploding and vibrating
patterns, laid out smoothness
Hands slide, holding together beauty,
ease of fingers pressing with
great care …
a seamstress
Give or grading matters most,
constructing from selvage of fine material
A top stitch keeps everything in position
while searching for a safe place to exist
We tuck and gather to become the pattern,
dancing to maracas’ syncopation
as we seek to be that blue blouse
Very beautiful, I love that blue blouse! I hope this one is for me!
ReplyDeleteIndeed it is, Annell:)
ReplyDeleteThat was cleverly done. Quite a blouse.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful embroidery of words. Delicious!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Quite enjoyable... I especially like the last 3 lines.
ReplyDeleteLovely images!
ReplyDeleteI like this and so well done. My mother was an excellent seamstress (not paid) and taught me as well to sew my own clothes. She took care with everything she made.
ReplyDeleteIt can that technical stitching a blouse? It would be fun to those with time on their hands.
ReplyDeletePamela, you have sewn a fine poem with your words here!
ReplyDeleteAnthony,I wrote this yesterday, and felt it fit the prompt. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteThanks Anna, and thanks for the visit.
ReplyDeleteThanks Laurie.
ReplyDeleteThanks Andy, I enjoyed the puzzle;)
ReplyDeleteRenee, my mom did as well, but I however can only sew buttons:)
ReplyDeleteKaykuala, not much time here, myself. Nice to see you.
ReplyDeleteMary, this poem was written for Annell's new book project, and I felt it fit the prompt. There are people who believe in lucky clothing?!?
ReplyDeleteOh Pamela...I like this a great deal. I thought it might be for Annell's project...well done!
ReplyDelete~Brenda
Pam Ma'am,
ReplyDeleteCorrection: It can BE that technical....blouse?
Thanks.