- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Yarn Puppet
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The saleswoman shows me where
the clear fishing wire
comes unattached here
and here for when the lines become tangled.
Funny, I have been pulling our wires
for years, unable to find a loose end.
I do not even remember how we started
but I do remember the shirt I bought
when we first met. The black clingy one
with a silver ring at the neck.
In the dressing room
I felt sexy again
as I slid my hands
down my waist as if they were yours,
over my hips, up across my breasts.
We promised: no edges,
let the weeds grow
over onto the walk. We promised:
no ties or knots. No wonder
I have yet to be able to weave our story.
Unpackaged, without instructions,
without a marketing plot, no tangle free dancing,
some kind of endless braid.
- COMMENTS
Memories and reflections back through the years as the past is reexamined. Tender in it's deceptive simplicity.
it all makes sense, I would have liked either to see it more interwoven, or trimmed. I love the title, you could have done more.
fishing line - could have went a little further than just a hook
edges? what are you doing here/where does it go?
We promised: no edges,
let the weeds grow
over onto the walk.
doesn't seem to fit
I am ever in awe
of the everday miracle
that you can pull
from a threadbare sweater
rewoven now in lustre
by the evening burning fire
It seems to me, and I wish that there was a more positive tradition in the Poem sections here of discussion over poems (as opposed to the current norm of congratulations only), that the image of the entangled rope or weaved yarn is more complex than it seems in first reading.
Clearly, untangling wires of fishing rods has a positive connotation. But as the image evolves into other similar weaved/entangled materials it is not that clear anymore.
At the last stanza I was left with a sense that the poem tries to convey a complex or an ambiguous attitude towards the relations.
Is it all together positive or negative not to have any loose ends in the relationships? Are “no ties and knots” come to convey satisfaction from the state of affairs; maybe frustration or maybe both?