dVerse Quadrille #135

The Worst Parts

The man she loves is dead,
and left her a thorny heart.
It’s torture. And so she knits.

It numbs. It’s transcendental.
Self-medicating. Melancholy
stitching a repeating groove.

Her rhythm never  judges –
the needles know she
doesn’t want to move on.

Written for dVerse Quadrille #135 “groove” . Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021

33 responses to “dVerse Quadrille #135”

  1. The thought of a thorny heart is painfully vivid.
    Powerful imagery…a pearler in fact!

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    1. Thanks, Hobbo. 👍🏻

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      1. You are welcome, as always. 😊

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  2. And, once you’ve done it enough, the needles move themselves, right?

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    1. I remember watching her, and yes, that’s exactly how it seemed.

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  3. This is a wondrously / sad Quadrille … well penned.

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  4. Misky, the staccato lines in the center of this are simply perfection. I can hear the needles click.

    This says it all:

    “And so she knits.

    It numbs.”

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    1. Thank you, De!

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  5. I have seen this myself… though I saw her weaving.

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  6. Dark and honest as it is, I like this poem.

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    1. Thank you very much.

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  7. Being a knitter for many years….I LOVE this!

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    1. Thanks, Lillian! ❤️

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  8. You sketched her well with a few deft strokes of the needle.

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    1. Thanks so much, Grace.

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  9. That same groove, knitting is therapy and suffering at the same time.

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    1. 👍🏻 Exactly.

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  10. I’m not a knitter (wish I were) but it seems that knitting could be one of those activities where you can kind of go on auto pilot and indeed “numb out.” A sad place to be told so well, Misky.

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    1. Sort of like weeding, or peeling potatoes, I reckon. 🙂

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    1. Yes, but it helped her cope and kept kept her sane. Sometimes that is best one can hope for.

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      1. Yes. Grief is so personal. People must feel it how they feel it.

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  11. Wow, the closing line packed a punch. Well written poem.

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  12. Beautiful… it makes me think, “and so it goes…” (not in a dismissive way… just… thinking about life…)


    David

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    1. Yes, I agree. Life goes on, and on.

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