Two Patchwork Poems
Updated on January 27, 2010
Patchwork.
Can you sew
this tear
that was left
in my heart
will your deft
gentle hands
stitch up this
fleshy container
that longs
for new love,
using your
heartstrings
to bind me,
as I suture my
lips to yours,
meshing as one,
velcroed to your
passionate embrace,
others have
hemmed and hawed,
but your eyes have
threaded the needling
that drove me
from love's grasp,
you alone can
turn repair
into a perfect pair,
you and me,
it's as thimble
as that.
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Patchwork partings.
Can you smell it?
the summer is decomposing
into a rich humus,
that hangs all spicy, and crisp like
dangling in the cooling breezes.
It will leave in a whirlwind,
spinning in it's emerald gown,
and storming away.
Bidding us a cold shoulder,
as it sets off to fairer climes,
where bathers will immerse,
pale flesh in its temporary spell.
As a consolation it parts with
a gift of lovely hues,
perfumed in woodsmoke and
pumpkin pies,
bare limbs reaching in thanks,
creating a kaleidoscope
world of swirling 3-D
postcards colored in
bright orange, reds and yellow,
to remind us of it's passing
and making us say,
"Wish it was still here."
©-MFB III