Wednesday, February 13, 2013

The Cloak

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I sit cloaked in its scratchy wool
Reminding me of its presence
Every time I shift

A scree of failings
Tattered
Fill its edge like tricot
Tiny knots
Woven in patterns
Of perfect proportion
A sea of memories
Dyed a foam green
To match

I have taken this cloak and folded it
Into a pillow,
Nestled my head in its comfort
And dreamed the dreams of successes

Birthed in desire
And in each one
I find the cloak
On my lap
As I tie the knots
I have come to know so intimately
Blinded by time
I see only a tapestry of foam
In the sunlight

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt

23 comments:

  1. The metaphor is striking, Audrey, and quite detailed. Reading the poem aloud, I feel both the comfort and irritation inherent to connections made and kept. I particularly like the "time-worn" reference in the last stanza, not diminishing value or appreciation, just altering it.

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  2. As a sometimes 'crafty'person, I can relate to this in many ways! :) As Kim says, a wonderful metaphor for the prompt.

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  3. mmm, The knots made and kept belong to the cloak that warms and pillows you-- and I believe your metaphor lives in my life. I can tell the knots like beads: some living and some dead, some let loose and some holding tight despite me, some soft and nearest the heart and all there, thank God, and part of my way in the world.

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  4. Interesting use of the cloak as a pillow and to dream of successes ~ Love the details, tricot, knots, patterns ~

    Happy Valentine's Day to you as well ~

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  5. nice write...my fav part...A scree of failings
    Tattered
    Fill its edged like tricot
    Tiny knots
    Woven in patterns
    Of perfect proportion...some really fun play with words in there....it does make for a fine metaphor as well...i rather like the cloak as the pillow to rest your head on...

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  6. This poem feels as warming as that tapestry, wrapped around one......I love when it is made into a pillow sent to nestle your dreams - and then when it changes to a tapestry of foam........perfection!

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  7. At times a cloak for warmth, sometimes a pillow for comfort - you can almost touch the fabric of relationships through your words... love it!!!

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  8. Beautiful! I just love your poems - I always relish in the imagery!

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  9. Ahh... such beautiful writing, Audrey. I especially like:

    A scree of failings
    Tattered
    Fill its edged like tricot
    Tiny knots
    Woven in patterns
    Of perfect proportion
    A sea of memories
    Dyed a foam green
    To match

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  10. Wow! There was so much to this that I need to read it again later after I have had time to reflect. Believe me when I say I don't do that often, so well done my friend. Exceptional metaphor and images.

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  11. I love the subtle reference to out origins in the sea. Tweeted!

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  12. I love the colors and textures in this Audrey. Nicely done!

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  13. Audrey,

    I wish I was good at knits to under stand the depth behind this poem. But, the fact that it is relating to success makes me want to understand more :)

    Happy Valentine, Audrey

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  14. The intricate "weavings" of this poem are striking, Audrey. The metaphorical cover at pillow, the dreams of success (which we all share, although my idea of success is simply getting the post up on the blog). This is a touching poem that speaks so well to the work of the poet. Thank you, Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.com/2013/02/14/all-at-once/

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  15. Audrey!
    This is stunning! I had to read it again~
    <3 it!
    I love these lines:
    " Blinded by time
    I see only a tapestry of foam
    In the sunlight"

    Gorgeous!!!

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  16. Superior work, Audrey. Your wording are just beautiful. Admirable in every way. Thank you!

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  17. Wonderful poem Audrey, I like this part

    I have taken this cloak and folded it
    Into a pillow,
    Nestled my head in its comfort
    And dreamed the dreams of successes

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  18. knots in time worn fabric. something we make.

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  19. She uses her cloak, her covering, to create a pillow for resting and dreaming. She is resourceful.

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  20. Profound!

    Glad to have come late, better than never!

    Akila

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