with use, with love, worn--
familiar lines still welcome
those dear ones passed, then born--
love treasured, lorn,
stitch plots taken up, then dropped.
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for Real Toads mini challenge. Photograph by Ellen Wilson, used with permission.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
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I love the pages soft as blankets. This speaks to me of a love of old books and the words they contain. I'm thrilled to see you wrote in the form, which is so elegant in your hands. This piece has a kind of old-fashioned charm, a tenderness reserved for dear friends and poetry.
ReplyDeletea quiet, gentle one today.
ReplyDeleteThis is gently lovely!
ReplyDeleteAs usual, a wonderful poem, Shay. The last line especially I wish I wrote.
ReplyDeleteI can only agree with everyone above, as lovely and warm as an old-fashioned hand-stitched quilt. The parallels between books, and life, hand-craftings and Evelyn quiet but very present.
ReplyDeleteah, evelyn's after my own heart, always dropping those stitches :) lovely, shay.
ReplyDeleteAh, I love "pages soft with use, with love worn..." Such warmth in these words, Shay.
ReplyDeleteVery subtle. Very well done. I, too, loved the idea of pages being "blanket soft". Awesome!
ReplyDeleteI gasped at the dropped stitch after the smoothness of the rest, but it too shall pass. Very moving.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely, especially the soft pages that feel like blankets. I love it when pages feel so soft, so well-worn and loved........"those dear ones passed, then born." Such a loving poem, Shay.
ReplyDeletepages blanket soft
ReplyDeletewith use, with love, worn--
I do love my books- I can't bare to part with favorite ones. I know this is also about a loved one, and I can think of nothing nicer than a treasured book found and presented as a gift. (or a gift certificate to a used book store)
So sentimental and soothing.
Pages soft as blanket..that is beautiful. I love old books. I wonder who read them, what libraries they were shelved in..without opening a page my imagination is engaged. This is a beautiful poem Shay!
ReplyDeleteNice reflection of the picture prompt..pleasure to read.
ReplyDelete"Give her pages blanket soft with use, with love, worn" What a perfect description; I can feel it between my fingers as I read.
ReplyDelete"stitch plots taken up, then dropped" You know, this really speaks of healing things rather than throwing them away. As a society, we are so bad about creating trash, rarely reusing or fixing things that are broken---books, blankets, appliances, people, relationships.
ReplyDeleteYou've knit a beautifully eloquent piece here, Shay...I just love that you open with this softness and in the end elude to knitting with the "stitch plots taken up, then dropped,"such a great read!
ReplyDeleteHey, I wanted to tell you that I was sorry to have missed your prompt last time...I've been hella-sick with the flu and then a cold right after, too....any way b.b.b (blah, blah, blah ;) feeling better but I got way behind around the garden though...I opted to not try n' catch up just hop into the present. Smiles to you!