"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
Monday, July 16, 2018
(a)new
grow me pleats
of feather and wings
and an itch to fly
beyond blue lake
stitch me
under swathes of monotones
a twitch
to gather colors
beyond my borders
edge this pen of mine
with hollowness
with lack
needling me endlessly
until I'm (un)done
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Celebrating our 7th dVerse Anniversary! This is Quadrille #60, 44 word post with the word "itch". Join us as we open our pub doors after a short break! See you at 3pm EST.
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I hope you enjoyed your well-deserved break, Grace! Lovely to see you back. This is a most wonderful poem!
ReplyDeleteIt's so lovely to be back after the break - I missed you all! I love this poem, Grace, which is a great start to another year of dVerse poetry. I admire the way you've played with itch/stitch/twitch and the embroidery metaphor.
ReplyDeleteDitto Kim’s reply here!
DeleteYou had me at /a twitch to gather colors/. I like the notion that a writer, especially a poet is never done when when a poem seems done, for poems are like breaths--we need to keep making them in order to survive.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful quadrille Grace, I especially love 'a twitch
ReplyDeleteto gather colors beyond my borders'
Wonderful Quad! I love your sewing metaphor in this. I also like that poems are never considered complete by the poet. Very true!
ReplyDeleteI really like that final stanza, and the extra depth added by those parentheses. Lovely stuff.
ReplyDeleteI really like the final stanza -- the hollow (hypodermic) pen... quill? ... that pushes you until....
ReplyDeleteA perfect ending for someone with the itch to write.
Glad to see you back after the break, Grace! I love the yearning tone in this. The final stanza wraps it up nicely with its ambiguity.
ReplyDeleteSure always another, never done indeed. Until I croak at least lol
ReplyDeleteThat last stanza works wonderfully.
ReplyDeleteNot only itches, but also stitches and twitches and yes, everyone has praised it, but the final stanza is really good and so relatable.
ReplyDelete"grow me pleats
ReplyDeleteof feather and wings" -- excellent!
Love this especially; "stitch me under swathes of monotones a twitch to gather colors beyond my borders."💖
ReplyDeleteNice last word: "(un)done"
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written quadrille!
ReplyDeleteI love how the opening line drew me in.
ReplyDeleteSMiLes..
ReplyDeleteFreedom
The Itch Who GRows
ToWaRD ArT oF OCeaN WHoLE..:)
I want those wings too!
ReplyDeleteYou have such a gift for expressing beauty, Grace. I wrote along the same line in a way, watching baby robins outside my window. Mom and dad are there right now and it almost seems like they are trying to fore the largest baby out of the nest. So thrilling.
ReplyDeleteLove this. Ethereal.
ReplyDelete"grow me .. an itch to fly" -- love it.
ReplyDeleteThat blue lake would be great fun to fly over.
ReplyDeletean itch to fly - my favorite line as I long to grow wings and fly.
ReplyDeleteNice to read you again Grace!
needling me endlessly
ReplyDeleteuntil I'm (un)done
Great close Grace! Done with finesse relevant to both situations either ok or not ok (done or undone)
Hank
I feel the yearning in this poem. I love it, Grace.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful write Grace.
ReplyDeletethose two opening lines are wonderful - really special -
ReplyDeleteyou've taken the "sewing idea" of pleats and really transformed them into wings - and don't feathers really look like pleats? the way they layer themselves -
what a very creative idea - captivating -
and your poem just soars, sweeping us up into the breathlessness of wanting to fly ... how lovely!
"until I'm (un)done" clever cheat to that last line. Luv this poem Grace
ReplyDeletemuch love...
A lovely poem, Grace. The need to soar with words and imagination.
ReplyDeleteI like that "(un)done at the end, too. :)
Welcome back, Grace!
ReplyDelete'stitch me
under swathes of monotones
a twitch
to gather colors
beyond my borders'
This poem has beautiful words and images. Love the ending!
I love the placement of rhyme, so subtle. "An itch to fly beyond blue lake" sounds breathtaking and I like the choice at the end with (un)done.
ReplyDeleteIt is interesting how this "itch" prompt has resulted in a few lovely Ars Poetica pieces, how the desire to see and paint and the beauties around is an itch, which leads to the twitch... to gather colors. Ah lovely.
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