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No thimble...
In a sewingroom
ten agile fingers
moving around
the fabric parts.
pins and needles hidden
sting the fingers
and pierce the skin
under the weight of work.
where's the thimble
that's been bought past times
for the disjointed fingers,
so complex fingers?...
where are all
the thousands of thimbles
that one's been taking home
for the last centuries on?
Published 18th Jan 2024
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18th Jan 2024 4:39pm
hello dearest Par the depths of your poem allude me...can you explain a little further?
18th Jan 2024 5:20pm
I tried to bring the notion that things are never there when we need them, they seem to be hiding or playing hide and seek with us. I allude to the thimble as a useful object that is easily misplaced and then needs to be looked for, like dreams, memories and disappointments. Everything that is most necessary is always everything that we don't know where it is.
Thanks for asking my dear fellow poet.
Thanks for asking my dear fellow poet.
18th Jan 2024 8:23pm
26th Jan 2024 5:07am
i like to sew but i never thought of it as a poetry subject as it could be, very interesting perspective :)
