You stitched yourself a world
of patchwork panels
hanging crooked from one another.
A cobbled mess of this and that,
the tension off in the needlework,
thread fraying loose in places.
One stray breath would rip asunder everything.
you held it out.
Nice last line holding out what others might be afraid to show.
Love the title. Love the offering of the mess…which can ALWAYS become a message, or a masterpiece. 🙂
You held it out, what else can one do? You gotta breathe. Interesting though, a scarecrow is not authentic, put out as a mere approximation of the real deal, and as you beautifully paint, a cobbler patchwork. Maybe the authentic self is actually less vulnerable, even though it’s purpose is to attract rather than repel? Vera nice poem.
I love the fact how you present the beauty of mending.
Thank you Bjorn.