Inspired by Jacob Lawrence's The Seamstress

Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Posts: 7,265
edited August 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I create the world in stitches from bolts
of silky fabric and delicate thread.
I can watch this world fold or unfold as
it drops off my sewing table in hushed
tones. I'm an artist like Babette and her
feast. From this basement apartment I watch
them wear what I create, what makes them
step lightly up the stairs, what makes them
happy. What they shop for, the reasons they
descend these stairs are yards of red satin
you see draped on those mannequins. A red
rose in bloom; petals hidden are exposed.
Pin up this red and stitch it in place. Wait
for someone to find this world I create.
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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  • Mr PyjamaMr Pyjama Posts: 253
    Wow, that's some good stuff, you should add more poems etc... to the board. I liked the rose section towards the end very much.
    Situations get fucked up and turned around sooner or later...
  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Posts: 7,265
    Grazie! Actually, I know very little Italian, so please do not respond in Italian, or I would have to buy a dictionary. This is a very cool forum for poetry. I'm looking forward to adding more :-)
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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