Word Thread

 

PAD Challenge #19  for Poetic Asides

For today’s prompt, write a poem with a hole in it.                                

Word Thread

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

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4 Responses to Word Thread

  1. Love what you found. I made several false starts, but began to realize holes are in almost everything, even we are holes. Each birthday (today is mine) we are a little less, not more, and one day we will disappear, and will leave a hole in someone’s heart(maybe). But I think the choice of the string, and thread, were a “nice” path to follow, made me think of home….where ever that is?

    Thankks and Happy Birthday wishes to you, Annell. Almost rejected the idea because I’ve written something similar in the past. But, it wouldn’t budge so had to go with it. And very glad that I did. It really was like following an unknown path, just taking one step at a time.

    Elizabeth

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  2. vivinfrance says:

    I like the way this poem broadens from the domestic scene at the start to the more philosophical and hopeful ending.

    Viv, my Mom used to keep her rosary beneath her pillow and I would connect my writing down the words to her telling of the beads. When I saw the word hole, I immediately thought of her mending socks, and the weaving back and forth. I think we do the same with our words, trying out different ones til they fit and cover the hole in our thinking or feeling. Thanks for seeing the path I tried to take,

    Elizabeth

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  3. “only a simple poet, weaver of words” – words that “hold hope in their very fabric”……..and you weave them so well. I really enjoyed this poem. Love the hopefulness in it, and the memories. Lovely.

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  4. 1sojournal says:

    Sherry thank you for your kind words. Some poems come all in a rush, others take time (had one that took ten years to find completion), but this one seemed to come in sort of nudges. I would write one stanza then stop until the next image came and allowed me to work it through, then the next one and so on. Sort of like that weaving back and forth to cover the hole my Mother was mending. And I often find that the action of making a poem actually reflects what is in the poem itself. This one did and felt good at the finish,

    Elizabeth

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