The Cloak
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fleur tricot
Lizabayente
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
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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.
ReplyDeleteAs a sometimes 'crafty'person, I can relate to this in many ways! :) As Kim says, a wonderful metaphor for the prompt.
ReplyDeletemmm, 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.
ReplyDeleteInteresting use of the cloak as a pillow and to dream of successes ~ Love the details, tricot, knots, patterns ~
ReplyDeleteHappy Valentine's Day to you as well ~
nice write...my fav part...A scree of failings
ReplyDeleteTattered
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...
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!
ReplyDeleteAt times a cloak for warmth, sometimes a pillow for comfort - you can almost touch the fabric of relationships through your words... love it!!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! I just love your poems - I always relish in the imagery!
ReplyDeleteAhh... such beautiful writing, Audrey. I especially like:
ReplyDeleteA 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
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.
ReplyDeleteI love the subtle reference to out origins in the sea. Tweeted!
ReplyDeleteThe above from Ann Marcaida.
DeleteThank you Ann!
Deletewe all dream the dreams of success
ReplyDeletejourney with a new friend
I love the colors and textures in this Audrey. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteAudrey,
ReplyDeleteI 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
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
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Audrey!
ReplyDeleteThis 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!!!
Superior work, Audrey. Your wording are just beautiful. Admirable in every way. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem Audrey, I like this part
ReplyDeleteI have taken this cloak and folded it
Into a pillow,
Nestled my head in its comfort
And dreamed the dreams of successes
knots in time worn fabric. something we make.
ReplyDeleteShe uses her cloak, her covering, to create a pillow for resting and dreaming. She is resourceful.
ReplyDeleteProfound!
ReplyDeleteGlad to have come late, better than never!
Akila