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by Dawn Hudson
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I'm a
patchwork sketch
with
patchouli rest
between
my breasts---
and
you
press,
indent,
build
your
heart
around
me.
And
this,
keeps
me here---clear,
centered,
focused
just
as
each window lilac breeze,
each
fringe and tassel,
wisp
of candle flame,
batik,
bohème
needs
a frame.
©
2015 Jennifer Wagner
smiles.. the patchouli brought back quite some memory for me... love the image of being a patchwork sketch... a great symbolism in this...
ReplyDeleteLove that waft of patchouli and that open window!
ReplyDeleteVery nice! This has a lilting quality to it that I enjoyed. And unlike some others, I didn't know what patchouli was so I had to look it up. I always like when someone uses a word that is new to me. Peace, Linda
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this poem...somewhat like a portrait!
ReplyDeleteah, this a painting of words... amazing symbolism :)
ReplyDelete*this is a...
DeleteLovely : )
ReplyDeleteHow we live inside that painting.., do we hold the brush or is it all painted for us? Does it matter? Love the symbolism
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Jennifer ~ I love the framing of the patchwork sketch ~ We do need our center, don't we ~
ReplyDeleteThe poem is a deconstruction that constructs itself. Well written!
ReplyDeleteThis perfume, this lace and lilac heart... in one. Nice _m
ReplyDeletemaybe this is the heart that is at the center of the family
ReplyDeleteArt meets poetry . . . wonderful symbolism in this piece and an awesome title!
ReplyDeleteOn another note, I've come upon a friendly poetry web journal in the UK that recently started up: Hedgerow, a journal of small poems. It publishes several poems once a week. Over the years, you have written some really exquisite little pieces, Jennifer, so I thought (if you're interested and can find the time) you might want to check it out. The theme for next Friday's journal is spring flowers, though other short poems are welcome.
https://hedgerowpoems.wordpress.com/2015/03/27/hedgerow-22/
Thanks for the recommendation, Wendy. I'll be sure to check it out.
DeleteHearts bloom in wafts of patchouli, sings in liliac breeze..a heart wants what it wants..:)
ReplyDeleteYou've painted a beautiful portrait with your words. Great poem!
ReplyDeleteI love how you let your words flow like this.... Poetry is certainly a reflection of the sol.... yours is incredibly interesting to encounter....
ReplyDeleteA lovely romantic painting of words!
ReplyDeleteJennifer, are you sure you're old enough to know what Patchouli is? The wonders of your words never cease to amaze me.
ReplyDeletedang.... ~
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