Art of The Weaver
The patchwork of my heart
It beats only because it’s hanging on
by thread.
Pulling it gently, to piece back together
resurrecting the parts that were dead.
*
Dripping, congruent to squeezing a tangerine,
pouring out the very last drop.
But not wasted because he salvaged the
pulp of my throb;
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Of my pain, and every inch of grain.
The potency, of my heart.
Weaving the needle in and out,
removing the dart.
*
It soreness stitched back together,
just a light crack in the center.
*
Stood in the palm of the Weavers hand,
was all of my hurt;
the pitter-patter of my pulse,
was the muse to his patchwork.
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Written as an entry to Poppy’s Poetry Word Prompt
About the Creator
Natasha Collazo
**Studying Modern Journalism @ NYU **
Project: The diary of an emo Latina
I get inspired at the mid of night
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Comments (8)
Those opening lines were astounding and the rest equally great. "the pitter-patter of my pulse, was the muse to his patchwork" The ending was also magical. Well done
This is a beautiful and very thoughtful work. The imagery is absolutely exquisite.
Dang, girl. This was vivid and sexy and sad and scary. All in so few words. Loved this!
Whoaaaa, this blew my mind! It was sooooo deep and your imageries were so vivid! I'm sooo freaking in love with your poem!
More than just an entry to Poppy's prompt, I sense in this how much that time with your ex meant to you while it lasted (& how painful it must have been to have those stiches ripped out), but even more the ongoing ministrations of your faith & the work Christ is doing in you, not merely for a season but forever.
Very nice take on the prompt. Beautifully written.
I love how a patchwork can go in so many different ways. yours is so interesting, weaving real life. The tangerine patchwork is smartly done.
I don’t know if this a nightmare or a bad episode of life you weave here ?