As Usual

September 23, 2011 by Betty Hayes Albright

She dreams in stitches

across the grain

of midnight cloth

and sees his face

as usual

embroidered on the bias.

Holding tight

she tries to rip

the crooked seam

that binds

their unmatched checks

but then he smiles

as usual,

turns her threads

to boiling veins

and as usual

all their reds and purples

bleed.

on September 23, 2011 at 2:02 pm | Reply abichica

beautiful..:_D

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- on September 24, 2011 at 10:23 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Many thanks! 🙂
  
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on September 24, 2011 at 1:35 pm | Reply jacsprat

Brilliantly woven! 🙂

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- on September 24, 2011 at 10:22 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thank you! 🙂
  
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on September 26, 2011 at 3:10 am | Reply fallenelegy

lovely just like silky lace. there is a sense of darkness and the emotion is brilliantly conveyed.

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- on September 26, 2011 at 3:01 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thank you, fallenelegy, for both your comments! I appreciate your visits here. 🙂
  
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on October 2, 2011 at 3:16 pm | Reply zumpoems

This is a great opening: “She dreams in stitches” and then followed with “across the grain of midnight cloth” — with the poem unfloding this metaphor. Well done!

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on April 11, 2012 at 2:33 pm | Reply Caddo Veil

Oh yeah, I definitely LOVE this one!! Perfect, Betty!

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