Sunday, November 4, 2012

Poem and picture


Felt heart
By Emilie Stigliani

It used to bang
Against the clapboard
In a wind-whipped
Fray

Until I wedged
A felted scrap
Between the heart &
Hinge

 This softens each blow
‘Cause it sways
No longer
Swings
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  1. Three Dogs & the LadyNovember 8, 2012 at 7:46 AM

    I am wedging a lot of felt scraps under the needle of my sewing machine hoping to soften the winter cold on the hands of those I love. MITTEN poetry!!!!

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  2. Emilie StiglianiNovember 11, 2012 at 9:49 AM

    I can't wait to try some of those mittens on. Soon...

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