In vain I stitched

On the fringe of dreams
I gather syllables
from scents
to sieve and sew
and patchwork into
quilts and mittens…

Awake
too late, but harsh
this morning light
in vain I stitched
the quilts.

Patchwork Quilt by Romare Bearden

More of a sketch than a poem, but sometimes it feels this way. Linked to Tuesday Platform @toads

May 23, 2017

16 responses to “In vain I stitched

  1. The hardest part of life is waking up, and finding our dreams, slipping through our minds, like quicksand. Leaving us, with a vague sense of lost, but not knowing why.

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