A hundred skeins of yarn
Unraveling in a quiet orchestra
of colors
haunting maroons, deep blues, muted pinks
burning browns, feathered yellows…
Falling from the ceiling, infinite release
Essence t h r e a d s
Like morbid talismans, proof that she exists
Suspended in perfectly soft, palatable air
Curated space designed to leave her nude,
exposing milk white bone
Mockingly held by someone's vision:
Smoked mackerel left in the hot sun
To cure
Artisanal craft, worth defined by a pretty penny
Somehow more sincere than theater
in its intense
stillness
She wanted…
Someone to gather her pieces
And hold them close
like a lost kitten
Against a caring chest
Instead of devouring it like a p a s s i n g
exhibit to be lost in
memories.
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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