quilt block
Me, Walking
And on this dark night of tattered clouds
and snow and me walking –
trying to piece out this crazy quilt
of emotions confessions beseechings anger
and all you can do is repeat the same words –
all I can do is to not hear them
over and over and over again again again
until I have to escape outside
and walk in this sporadic snow under the shrouded moon –
my footsteps looking like a drunken tango
filling with snow.
muttering whywhywhy – the litany of an idiot
or a fool finding truth for the first time –
I’m sure those beings above the clouds
laugh at those like me as they pull the clouds
tighter about the moon creating darkness.
a deer breaks cover – a shadow against the snow –
an owl flies overhead
his wings beating against the snow
hunting for…just hunting for a mouse or the truth.
And on this dark night of tattered clouds
And me walking,
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For Margaret’s prompt today at Real Toads: “The challenge is to write a poem using one of these fabric details OR if you have a special quilt (or memories of one) write about that instead.” One of the blocks particularly brought up memories of my lover and I discussing his return to Japan, years ago. http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/08/artistic-interpretations-with-margaret.html
