Stitch Yellow Quilts

Today’s post was inspired by a conversation I had recently with a fellow writer. I hope that they, and all other writers who read this blog, find some encouragement in it (and if so, please share with others). First though, a disclaimer. This poem is, apart from a couple of verses at the end of Life at Sea, the first I’ve ever written, and certainly the first time I’ve tried to express myself wholly through verse. With that in mind I must stoop ungracefully to some special pleading. Please read with a generous heart, and let my good intentions compensate for any lack of flair or technical sophistication. To reiterate, this poem was not designed merely to be decorative; I hope it fulfils its intended function. So here it is:

Stitch Yellow Quilts

You told me that you
once wrote,
some chapters of a book.
Now set aside,
they lay half-hidden,
closed echoes of ideas.

And so today, begin again.
Put pen to paper,
record your pain,
transfigured
now through laughs,
darkly uttered.

Write your reality,
bright future, or sad past.
Breathe epic novel,
or brief haikus.
Collect the small moments,
put them to good use.

Reclaim the night and
with distant focus,
stare.
Animate your dreams,
take to the street and write,
hoarse voice upon blank air.

Peel post-it notes,
and stitch yellow quilts;
patchwork stories
stuck piece by piece.

Spill one word,
let ten more drop.
Set to rest
now and then,
what should we call them:
a writer’s dozen?

But in the end,
write because
you can,
for fun.
Write, now,
and don’t ever stop.

As I mentioned before, this is really the first poem that I’ve written, and done so mainly from gut instinct about what sounds good and not. I would therefore welcome any useful feedback and advice from those better versed in the ways of poetry than I. Thank you!

Andrew.

19 thoughts on “Stitch Yellow Quilts

  1. Lindo poema, Andrew! Eu adorei a forma como você o escreveu… Uma mistura de leveza e profundidade, como deveriam ser todos os poemas. Você tem muito talento!
    O escritor Brian Aldiss uma vez nos disse a seguinte frase: “Existem dois tipos de escritores: aqueles que fazem pensar, e aqueles que fazem sonhar” Você, com certeza nos faz sonhar, Andrew!
    Parabéns…. Obrigada por compartilhar este belíssimo poema!
    Abraços do Brasil!

  2. oh my god, i feel touched after read your poem :’)
    i like your poem! 😀
    especially, i really like this part :

    “Write your reality,
    bright future, or sad past.
    Breathe epic novel,
    or brief haikus.
    Collect the small moments,
    put them to good use.”

    and …

    “But in the end,
    write because
    you can,
    for fun.
    Write, now,
    and don’t ever stop.” :))

    great poems! :)

    @uruuchan
    http://nuii4u.wordpress.com

  3. Quite good! Keep going and don’t look back. I don’t remember what poet said it, but “Poetry is grabbing life by the throat”. Grab on Andrew. And thank you for visiting my blog.

  4. I have not read something this vivid and relatable in eons… I loved your poem ” peel post it notes and stitch yellow quilts patchwork stories stuck piece by piece” was such a great comparison and so subtly put. your writing, in a word, is inspiring.

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