I’ve Got New rules

i measure time
stitch by
careful stitch
my needle
smoothly gliding
through
the fabric
rhythmic
measured
the threads
weaving
a kind of
peace
with each
neat x
placed
I measure meaning
syllable by
painstaking
syllable
my blood
of ink
alternately
rushing
stumbling
seizing
a breath
such deep
sacred breath
exhaled
with each
word
wrestled
free

© 2021 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

2 comments

  1. Hummm. another good one. I like you kind of poetry and please don’t be offended on why. But, you write to ones such as me who does not have to think deep to get some meaning out of your poems. Yet they make me thing deep or at least I think so and who should be important about what I think upon but me. Again, thank you.

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  2. I love poetry that lets me find my own meaning in it. This poem was inspired by my struggles with word-finding and other symptoms of aphasia secondary to my fibromyalgia. Very frustrating for a writer.

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