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Pieces of Life


Author: Peggy Paris
ASL Info:    61/F/USA
Elite Ratio:    4.11 - 747 /570 /167
Words: 222
Class/Type: Poetry /Nostalgia
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Due to the short line length allowed on this site, I am unable to display this poem as I wrote it (in fourteen-syllable lines, six lines to a stanza). I broke it into 8,6,8,6 so that the lines would not run over awkwardly.


Pieces of Life




Her quilt of mismatched colors lay
atop that old brass bed
where dreams had churned a thousand times
within her resting head.
She'd pieced together remnants from
her daughters' outgrown clothes
and added pieces here and there
from fabrics she once chose.
No pattern did seem evident;
perhaps, there was none meant.
Her quilt had mapped the life she'd led,
and that was her intent.

Her joys of childhood lent pastels
encircling the core;
but black of fear was sewn around
for tragedy of war.
With red, she'd laid her anger down
to place its mark on time
but tempered still her attitude
with blue's own hopeful climb.
Life's seasons passed from green to gold,
and she marked every one
while never leaving out the tones
to show the shining sun.

In little circles, years were kept,
both births and deaths alike;
her days lay clustered, ever joined
by paths of life she'd hiked.
No matter that her time to leave
had ticked beyond life's clock,
her children knew their mother smiled
through each and ev'ry block.
They stood around and touched once more
the memories she'd shared;
though not an eye was clear or dry,
they smiled through death's despair.




Submitted on 2007-12-13 18:24:59     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  Golly, how this wonderful poem took me back in time. How well I remember the patchwork quilts that were common in the rural area that I grew up. Thanks for the memories, and for this nostalgic and very beautiful poem!
| Posted on 2007-12-15 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ]
  An excellent form and rhyming scheme. The quilting metaphor worked very well to sew the patterns in her life together. You kept us in stitches the entire write.

Well done.
| Posted on 2007-12-14 00:00:00 | by The Gadfly | [ Reply to This ]
   What wonderful imagery flows through my mind as I read your work. Evry thought flows so nicely, I wish there was feedback I could give other than compliment, but this truly is a flawless piece. Thank you so much for writing :)
| Posted on 2007-12-13 00:00:00 | by metallichick786 | [ Reply to This ]
  This is indeed a very beauitful piece Sharon, though it speaks of saddness there is a wonderful kind of almost joy to it as well, for a life well lived an the love of children, again one of my fav, for I have a patch quilt made by my gran, an always it brings me memories of the love we shared through the years, keep up the good write, I really love reading your piece's
adnil
| Posted on 2007-12-13 00:00:00 | by adnil | [ Reply to This ]


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