Object Poem: Handmade Scarf

Warm as the cockles

of a

happy heart,

hundreds, thousands

of vees.

Alone,

tiny

and

trivial.

Together, a whole.

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Sky blue backdrop

for a cloud of silk

and sheep

and satisfaction.

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An unbound end,

unfinished.

Hours of work,

and for what?

Pride?

One mistake,

one misstep,

unfinished becomes

undone.

Unraveled.

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Like a life,

built day

by day,

a scarf is built

stitch by stitch.

As a scarf

may be unraveled,

so a life

may be destroyed.

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And yet,

renewed, refreshed,

remade,

a tangle

of yarn, given tools,

may become

again a scarf,

or a hat,

or a sweater.

Beginning with a vee,

and then two,

and then three.