Thursday, April 7, 2011

Thursday April 7, 2011 NaPoWriMo Day 7

Today is Thursday. It rained last night, a rare happening in the desert. This morning was a solid grey. The thick clouds are beginning to break in the west. A bright light of golden silver shines through.

NaPoWriMo Day 7

Sewing mends the soul. --author unknown

(Often when you see, "author unknown"
Or "anonymous," it is a woman
But not important enough
To remember her name"

To Sew/ To Mend the Soul
A needle is selected
Long, sharp and straight
Sturdy thread
Finds the eye

The needle pierces the
Fabric of the soul
Tiny stitches are taken
In, out... in, out
A meditation of sorts

The one who sews
Pictures herself
Mending her heart
The layout of her work
Known only to herself alone

Perhaps she is making
A baby dress
A blanket
An apron
Curtains to shield
From prying eyes

Armed with the knowledge
Of many different stitches
The afternoon slips away
The sounds from the hall clock
Count the seconds
Tick, tock, tick, tock
The needle goes in, out... in, out

The sun sinks in the west
The work is finished for the day
The one who sews
Mends her heart
adding decorative stitches
Sewing her past
And her present
Joining the inside
To meet the outside

Creating a whole
Of who she is
Patching the holes
Securing the frayed edges
One with her own soul
Tick, tock... in, out,
Tick, tock... in, out


Tess Kincaid said...

I love the notion of sewing mending the soul. So mellow and metaphoric.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love this so much!!!! Joining the inside to the outside. Brilliant.

Whoa! And the verification word is "mergenet"

Sally Tharpe Rowles said...

I love this anonymous poetry ... & the beautiful image is perfect. You might enjoy this link which I saw yesterday ... it seems to be on the same wavelength.

Helen said...

... this is why I love to sew!

layers said...

I don't like to sew myself but I love the metaphor of sewing mending the soul and your poem blew me away!

Brian Miller said...

nice. i like it...a bit sad about anonymous at the top...the third stanza though is my inspired me to write...

ds said...

The one who sews mends her heart--love the connection between the stitching together of inside & outside, and the passing of time.

Marilyn said...

This is so very beautiful - sewing to mend her soul.
So many women in many areas of life didn't get mentioned or recorded. Think of all the women who left their homes, all they ever knew, to go to another country with their fathers/husbands/brothers, they were the ones who created the homes, who bore the brunt of family life and troubles, but never got a mention.

Late Blooming Bohemian said...

Love this :). Yesterday I sat mending. Sewing up holes in socks and jumpers (sweaters). I thought about how few people my age bother to repair. I'd put off fixing these things but once I started I remembered how calm and satisfying it is to hand sew and afterwards how good it feels. To enjoy handsewing requires patience and a complete focus on the present moment.
I enjoyed your poem!