How can we possibly
sew our lives together
when the hurt we’ve woven
unspools from our mouths,
when all our severed threads
leave us knotted up yet unraveled?
© Nancy Botta, 2019
How can we possibly
sew our lives together
when the hurt we’ve woven
unspools from our mouths,
when all our severed threads
leave us knotted up yet unraveled?
© Nancy Botta, 2019
Rusted Honey 
this is beautiful
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LOVE this. Such a beautiful metaphor you carried all the way through
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My brains were weaving a poem about knitting and threading when yours came in my inbox.
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Damn. That’s a good one. Love the images of thread being unspun.
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❤❤
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Your poem says so much. Your use of these words weaves many emotions together.
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As always, your sublime words speak volumes.
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Beautiful post. No matter how much is said about the power of words, it is never enough.
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Pain in its purest form. Nicely written
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dull needle, empty bobbin
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I feel this Nancy – knotted up and unraveled. Brilliant.
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Great stuff Nancy 🙂
Hurt. It’s a big quilt. And we all make a square
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Nice poem. Evocative imagery
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Love this analogy…
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Power!
Metaphor extraordinare
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Very clever!
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