Thursday December 23, 2010 We Write Poetry

http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2010/12/23/prompt-34-last-line-as-first-line/#comment-1803

The prompt was to use the last line of an earlier poem.

Patched with Many Mends
Patched with many mends.
The hole is patched,
The time of wear,
The time of use and life,
The time of worry,
To make ends meet.

Time and again

So it is time we often have to patch,
Each day,
Each tick of the clock,
Each unkind thought,
Offered to the Universe,

Time and again

Perhaps it is our wings
That need to be mended,
The burdens we carry,
Have made us forget how to fly,
And left unused,
They begin to fall apart,
Feathers float to the ground.

Time and again

To mend is an art,
I remember my
Grandmother's tiny stitches,
To patch the heart,
To make it whole,
To die in love,
Instead of grief,
The heart is patched with many mends.

Time and again

And though it is patched with many mends,
Now it is whole,
And I offer it to you.

Time and again