PAD Challenge #19 for Poetic Asides
For today’s prompt, write a poem with a hole in it.
Mother used to mend socks.
Weave new thread back and forth
across hole in worn through fabric.
Wish it were that easy to mend
broken threads in connections
between past and present.
Or, the one between people
who used to be friends or lovers,
but no longer reach out to one another.
What kind of string would be needed
to patch a soul abused, worn so thin
that wind whistles through it?
Am not my Mother. Nor am I Penelope
with her on again, off again tapestry,
worked by day, then unraveled in evening.
Only a simple poet. Weaver of words
that seldom get heard, and sometimes
are not even spoken. Yet, these words
hold hope in their very fabric. Could possibly
connect present to future, reattach friend to friend,
might mend wall to stop chilling wind
that blows through a soul which is broken.
Elizabeth Crawford 11/19/10