working my way back to the sour cream
a knot
and then another
in my throat
and on the fabric
a stitch
and then another
in my side
and on the cloth
a shuffle
and then another
down the aisle
and then another
*a poem about anxiety and being a fiber artist….. one that, at some point, has to grocery shop
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Anziety if left alone to tangle our very fiber will win. Fight back and take what is yours. The battle is not easy but you can win.
Right! K. Bruce!…… it was me and the mustard the other day……I went for it!!….. wasn’t gonna let a .39 cent bottle of mustard get the best of me! Me-1/ Anxiety -0 ?
This poem says it so well! Thanks.
Thank you, Nancy, for the kind comment ?
GREAT title!!!
Thanks, Anne ✨
I like the look of this and the feel of stitches…
Thanks, mtpoet ?
really nice play
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Thank you, Jim?
Nice poem here Amy. I certainly understand the anxiety.
Thank you, Jenn…. writing about it, even laughing at myself ….. all helps ?
Fun!
Thank you, Melva Sue ?
I love this poem, a feeling made tactile
Thank you, Shaun ?