Yarn Puppet

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The saleswoman shows me where
the clear fishing wire
comes unattached here
and here for when the lines become tangled.

Funny, I have been pulling our wires
for years, unable to find a loose end.
I do not even remember how we started
but I do remember the shirt I bought
when we first met. The black clingy one
with a silver ring at the neck.
In the dressing room
I felt sexy again
as I slid my hands
down my waist as if they were yours,
over my hips, up across my breasts.

We promised: no edges,
let the weeds grow
over onto the walk. We promised:
no ties or knots. No wonder
I have yet to be able to weave our story.
Unpackaged, without instructions,
without a marketing plot, no tangle free dancing,
some kind of endless braid.

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duddle146duddle146over 17 years ago
Unexplored

Memories and reflections back through the years as the past is reexamined. Tender in it's deceptive simplicity.

MyNecroticSnailMyNecroticSnailover 17 years ago
This is a tuff read

it all makes sense, I would have liked either to see it more interwoven, or trimmed. I love the title, you could have done more.

fishing line - could have went a little further than just a hook

edges? what are you doing here/where does it go?

We promised: no edges,

let the weeds grow

over onto the walk.

doesn't seem to fit

Unbridled_PassionUnbridled_Passionover 17 years ago
tangles

of a torn relationship... I really enjoyed reading this

lobomaolobomaoover 17 years ago
•) Delicous!!!

I am ever in awe

of the everday miracle

that you can pull

from a threadbare sweater

rewoven now in lustre

by the evening burning fire

KOLKOREKOLKOREover 17 years ago
Truly fascinating poem

It seems to me, and I wish that there was a more positive tradition in the Poem sections here of discussion over poems (as opposed to the current norm of congratulations only), that the image of the entangled rope or weaved yarn is more complex than it seems in first reading.

Clearly, untangling wires of fishing rods has a positive connotation. But as the image evolves into other similar weaved/entangled materials it is not that clear anymore.

At the last stanza I was left with a sense that the poem tries to convey a complex or an ambiguous attitude towards the relations.

Is it all together positive or negative not to have any loose ends in the relationships? Are “no ties and knots” come to convey satisfaction from the state of affairs; maybe frustration or maybe both?

AnonymousAnonymousover 17 years ago
Your Poem

has been recommended in the new poems thread on the poetry feedback and discussion forum. Thank you for submitting it!

Peace,

Angeline

AnonymousAnonymousover 17 years ago
OooH

I wanna see that black clingy thing with the silver ring!

I like this anna. Relationships can get so tangled up in a ball. Sometimes you can't pick apart the knots, using your teeth or not. This is damn good, however, the first stanzas line breaks had me tripping a bit. Wonderful work.

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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Oh good, I'll be first to comment here

On an afternoon delight load of verse for Angeline's perusal;

The title got me going, first making me think of my mother's living room, filled with bag upon bag of yarn;

Then I went beyond and read a most fascinating verse

With an image of lives as a string of yarn

Running continuously and so interwoven;

Most enjoyable read.

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