Inspired by Jacob Lawrence's Woman Sewing (1948)
Ms. Haiku
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I lay the cloth upon the wooden floor.
I unfold the pattern and pin it down.
The lamps near mirrors echo each other.
The moonless darkness forced to leave this room.
I sew a design like a spider's web
on the cloth that's destined to be a shirt.
Each ring of incandescent silver silk
represents a completed turn of life.
No spider exists in this web, only
images of what I catch at moments
of inspiration. I sew the table
on which I started my poetry book.
The last line I sew a syringe. A flash
of pain. This breathing illness frustrated.
I unfold the pattern and pin it down.
The lamps near mirrors echo each other.
The moonless darkness forced to leave this room.
I sew a design like a spider's web
on the cloth that's destined to be a shirt.
Each ring of incandescent silver silk
represents a completed turn of life.
No spider exists in this web, only
images of what I catch at moments
of inspiration. I sew the table
on which I started my poetry book.
The last line I sew a syringe. A flash
of pain. This breathing illness frustrated.
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
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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