The thimble is thinking of imposter's
syndrome. Bigger than sunflower,
but softer than guitar strings. It gets a summer
job watering the garden of a grocery store. It
thinks it is all easy, until it forgets to wear
sunscreen & gloves and pricks its fingers
from tiny thorns. It keeps on bitching
that the pain everywhere is brutal to deal with.
The thimble wilts very quickly in the summer
heat. Like a banana which you buy greenish but
turns brownish spots in 2 days. So you must
consume it quickly like sugar snap peas,
or radish when quickly pulled out
from the soil, crisp and slightly peppery.
The thimble loves April's Fool. It likes to
eat melting ice-cream when walking
to a farmer's market.
It is also a memory box.
Keeping all the crochet bonnets and
half-sewed materials, and all the
unfinished verses,
no titles, just a tumble-
weeds of words.
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quality Poems hosted by Kim M. Russell. Inspired by the style and poem format of The Quality of Sprawl by Les Murray.
This is absolutely exquisite writing, Grace! I especially love; "It likes to eat melting ice-cream when walking to a farmer's market.
ReplyDeleteIt is also a memory box." 💖💖
A superb response, Grace! I love the comparisons ‘bigger than sunflower,
ReplyDeletebut softer than guitar strings’ and the lines:
‘It is also a memory box.
Keeping all the crochet bonnets and
half-sewed materials, and all the
unfinished verses’.
Your characterization of the thimble tells me that it lives a rich, full life that is a hodgepodge of beauty in all of its dimensions. Beautiful poeming, Grace.
ReplyDeleteYes a dream to live a fuller and bigger life when one is small, ordinary, unnoticeable like a thimble.
DeleteA charming variety of scenarios and visuals! Love it.
ReplyDeleteThis is a great poem Grace, but somehow I miss the connection of the thimble in all this?
ReplyDeleteWe normally view is as a lowly thimble, an ordinary piece of thing which we can easily disregard. But |I wrote it with qualities that are bigger than itself, like an imposter's syndrome. It is a hardy thing (it will not wilt) and it is so small, I doubt it is anything but a memory box. Hope this all makes sense.
DeleteFantastic!
ReplyDeleteAt first i thought of sewing thimbles but at the farner's market i reversed to thimbleweed.
Happy Tuesday
Much💚love
How clever of you to make a connection. Thank you.
DeleteYour poem is as lovely and dainty as the subject(s). I love it.
ReplyDeleteTook me half a second, too, but once I realized....WOWZA. Nice work, Grace. Thanks
ReplyDeleteHow clever of you to choose the lowly thimble ... though in your hands it is anything BUT! Brava, Grace.
ReplyDeleteHelen, you got it. Thank you.
DeleteGreat poem.
ReplyDeleteI’ll never look at a thimble the same old way.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery!
ReplyDeleteso much more than a thimbleful of poetry here Grace - such imaginative lines right up that ending - a title for your next poetry book perhaps?
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