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
It's Still Life 
33 responses to “dVerse Quadrille #135”
Melancholy indeed.
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Deep. 🙂
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Thanks.
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🙂
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The thought of a thorny heart is painfully vivid.
Powerful imagery…a pearler in fact!
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Thanks, Hobbo. 👍🏻
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You are welcome, as always. 😊
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And, once you’ve done it enough, the needles move themselves, right?
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I remember watching her, and yes, that’s exactly how it seemed.
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Good insight.
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Thanks, b
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This is a wondrously / sad Quadrille … well penned.
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Thank you!
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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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Thank you, De!
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I have seen this myself… though I saw her weaving.
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Dark and honest as it is, I like this poem.
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Thank you very much.
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Being a knitter for many years….I LOVE this!
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Thanks, Lillian! ❤️
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You sketched her well with a few deft strokes of the needle.
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Thanks so much, Grace.
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That same groove, knitting is therapy and suffering at the same time.
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👍🏻 Exactly.
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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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Sort of like weeding, or peeling potatoes, I reckon. 🙂
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Exquisitely sad
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Yes, but it helped her cope and kept kept her sane. Sometimes that is best one can hope for.
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Yes. Grief is so personal. People must feel it how they feel it.
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Wow, the closing line packed a punch. Well written poem.
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Thanks!
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Beautiful… it makes me think, “and so it goes…” (not in a dismissive way… just… thinking about life…)
❤
David
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Yes, I agree. Life goes on, and on.
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