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OnLithium Aug 10
felt like i lived
and died
for your love
and acceptance
always suffocating
gasping for your words
racked up so many wounds
when you were holding me
since then i wish i could say
that things have changed
oh how they haven't
still waiting for the day
i hear you even softly mutter
that i'm enough
Laura Aug 10
Dear native regions ,I foretell.
From what I feel at this farewell.
That where so ever my steps may tend.
And where so ever, my course shall end.
If in that hour a single tie.
Survive of local sympathy.
My sons will cast, the backward view
The longing look on you alone
By William.Wordsworth .
Enjoy.
At the n formals Apparel,
Interchangeably what
Taz Din Aug 10
Her defiance shed a void as she
drowned herself in rhapsody,
words neither spoken nor exchanged;

(safe to assume divinity at the helm)

heaven became weary and
eclipsed into a frigid night.

Piercing her naked eyes, he
glared from down below at the very
roots of that forbidden one hanging
from above, barely out of his reach.

His futile attempt to gather snippets
of core percepts from her passionate
gestures went in vain while "time‟ was set to
evolve from a concept to a harsh reality
for the earthlings to be in the making.

Nothing now too trivial a substance
beyond our rhetorical tongues that
twist, flip, and leak the wounds left
eons ago, when accosted to take
a load off that very first bite.

(a vestige remains of their first dialogue yielded
from dialectics rest among the presaged echoes.)

Perhaps genesis of our symbiosis
precipitated from apple puréed cosmic dust.



Repost: Toronto August 9, 2025
(I've been writing poems for over a quarter of a century as a therapeutic strategy during my difficult years. Here is one with a small edit for the readers to enjoy.)
I fear again that
    I have nothing to share. I just
can't quite trap the words
CJ Sutherland Aug 10
The age of 12
I made my first Afghan 276 squares.
Grannies taught me their wears
Gave me scraps and skeins
My Love of crochet remains

Crochet a single thread
A blanket Afghan to warm a bed
One of a kind originals custom made
Top grade yarn does not fade

They taught me a single stitch.
50 years later, I have found my niche.
Double crochet I’m on my way
All the other stitches were child’s play

Crochet a single stitch
Learn the tension know the pitch

I can look at any picture and make it
Original item sight unseen
Creative licensure if you know what I mean

Crochet matrix, I see in my dreams
Counting the stitches, blocking the seams
Crochet a single thread and hook
I taught myself how to read a pattern book

The vast Spectrum of colors to the naked eye
The beauty so vibrant it can make me cry
Passion is not skin deep
Much deeper into the psychic crochet creeps

Color dances in the light
Competing colors dual a fight
Those are the colors that don’t seem quite right
The color wheel never lies
Crazy color matches defy

Color never silent, has much to say
Always willing to explore convey
Weather in the light of day
Or in the shadows of mutate Gray


A ball of yarn socks to ****
Crochet A single thread,
From a concepts in your head
Creativity, leaps, and bounds
Every color can be found

A sweater made commercial grade
Pieces measured pattern devised
Errors Correcting stitches revised
Coming together  before my eyes

Yarn by color in bins to keep out the dust
sit in the yarn room for inspiration a must
When the colors speak to me
I can set the pattern free

I am the opposite of hidebound
I am willing to try new concepts and ideas
to keep me fresh and relevant
That flexibility is heaven sent

When I can see the finished product in my head
Time to set out the colors on my bed

Littler pieces, a crocheted beanie hat
I make up as I go along.
I can finish a hat in 20 minutes
Approximately four to five country songs
It’s as simple as that

I have 125 finished hats
preparing for the Christmas season
Crocheting I don’t need a reason
But it helps

A  lap throw sofa blanket made in three days
The finish pattern will amaze
Im fast and I make a product that will last.
My crocheted items are made with love
because my talent is a gift from up above



BLT Webster’s Word of the day challenge
August 10
Hidebound
Someone or something described as hidebound is inflexible and unwilling to accept new or different ideas


Inspired songs
Somewhere over the rainbow by Judy Garland




Footnotes
I use crocheting to help alleviate my pain. If I’m hurting, I focus everything on the crochet stitch the line whatever it is. I’m working on finish this row put it all into the crochet preoccupy myself. I’ve done that for many years. That’s why I’m so fast
dealing with the pain is a preoccupation.. If you’re gonna be hurting when you’re sitting down, you might as well be up and walking around preoccupy your time until the pain will let you go.
It really gets me going to have a finish item that I would like to keep for myself. That’s how much I like it then I know I have a good product. It’s really hard for me to finish an item that somebody wants that is really ugly lol but the customer is always right. It’s hard for me to get excited about somebody else’s creation. I keep coming up with something new something fresh something different. It might be the same pattern and different colors but every pattern I have is an original in mine. The trim from this blanket the center of that blanket. I’ve even used modified lace doilies pattern and made them into a blanket. It came out fantastic. A lot of work, but it was worth it. Some blankets are so intricate. I wouldn’t do them again. I like taking baby blankets and making them when you’re watching TV and you don’t need a whole heavy blanket. You just need a lap throw perfect.
I chose the song somewhere over the rainbow because of the rainbow of colors
Sela Aug 10
Some people talk behind my back,
Such a waste of talent, such a waste of fact,
While I move ahead of time,
they're concerned by the past of mine,
But well,
I allow them to do it,
'cause it's their work to praise me,
it's their destiny to raise me,
They do it in a daze,
As they are lost in a maze
This is for those who are being talked about,
Don't worry you are special...
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