The Underbelly of This Seam
Slides beneath your gaze, unnoticed,
but the joining satisfies that particular
urge, combining two separates
into one whole, creating this new
piece. I thumb the string on every fourth
beat, anchor the cloth, pull it taut, and stitch.
What better material than air and silence?
Yesterday’s tune, tomorrow’s silk?
A fine breath zigzagged down the edge – frayed
lines, beneath, on the other side, testifying
to the struggles of the unseen. I exhale,
strike another note. You hum something new.
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“The Underbelly of This Seam” was drafted during the August 2016 Tupelo Press 30/30 Challenge. Many thanks to Ursula, who sponsored the poem and provided the title.
Nicely done Bob. The guitar has the ability to weave all kinds of sound in to a warm blanket for the soul! Love it!
Dwight
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It does indeed, Dwight. Thank you.
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Wonderful metaphors, Bob.
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Thanks, Ken.
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Nice “flavor”… it feels very folksy and graceful.
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Thanks, Daniel.
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