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but postings here will be limited.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

18 Last Call: (Poet) On a Microscopic Level




(Poet) On a Microscopic Level

I'm an open wound
stitched together – painstakingly so 
word by word;
each pull of the needle,
a cross-stitchers heaven,
delicately weaving a collage of colors,
textures, fibers, patterns
meant to hold me together.

From a distance, I'm seamless,
but if you could see inside my words...
there you'd find the key – the secret 
to unraveling me.



This is my offerings for this week's dVerse Poets Pub OpenLinkNight. If you get a chance, check out all of the talented poets who have stepped up into the spotlight.

18 comments:

  1. smiles...when you look deep enough into our words and truly try to understand us beyond the passing glance...i think you would be hard pressed to find many that are not in some way stitched together....nice write...smiles.

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  2. This is beautiful, I think we all feel this way at one point or another. Thanks for sharing.

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  3. Love this metaphoric piece. So relatable. Nicely done!

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  4. Whew, this is powerful fare. I tink inside is always different than what is seen on the exterior. The stitching helps, but...the wounds remain.

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  5. i like that metaphor and sometimes i think the parts where these open wounds are stitched together so masterfully make us even more special

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  6. "Cross stitchers heaven" was , for me, a particularly appealing part of the metaphor.

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  7. Nicely done!! Very nice. Some may imagine fabric and craft, I imagine frankenstein, plastic surgery and such (since I sew people's skin for a living).

    The illusion of unity, seamlessness, coherence is all a joke -- and the unravelling can be the most rewarding freedom, eh?

    Again, great analogy and exploration.

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  8. I hear a wish or desire for someone to reach inside and find you..or perhaps you already have had the experience and are writing about it..either way it's cool!

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  9. I hear a wish or desire for someone to reach inside and find you..or perhaps you already have had the experience and are writing about it..either way it's cool!

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  10. Love the stitching metaphors. Hearing you read this, your expectant, hopeful voice brings a whole other dimension to this. I really love your posts, Mosk

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  11. Great flow don't you know and stitch by stitch, your words unravel without a hitch.

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  12. I'm a sucker for poems about poems-- this one is so neat and tidy-- all sewn up, one might say! Nice write :) ~Jason

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  13. Excellently done.

    Sometimes I think we need to be held together...

    Anna :o]

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  14. Ah, yes, but can anyone truly see inside the words? Do we want them to? A very thought-provoking write!

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  15. there are endless ways of describing words via emotions...i love the way you did it here...to open our bodies and let the words come out...thank you

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  16. Love the opening lines, an open wound stitched together ~ Indeed our words speak a lot about us, including our secrets ~

    A treat to read your offering ~

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  17. smiles...good to see you today...i hope you are having a wonderful weekend...

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