incidental rag
Full Body Sweater
incidental rag
assembeled yarn
helps me unwind
embraced in warmth
i live inside a sleeve
worn like a stain
an incidental rag
no one complains
or recollects my face
i am a heaping pile
washing might defile
inside my hood
stains of endless tears
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Written for:
Magpie Tales – Mag 151
Posted on January 13, 2013, in Magpie Tales, Poetry and tagged body sock, body sock poem, body sock verse, chirbit, full body sweater, hiding behind my pain, hiding behind pain, Magpie Tales, online poetry, poetics, Poetry & Prompts, Poetry Blogroll, poetry forms, poetry prompt, poetry sharing, sweater poetry, sweater verse, writing prompt. Bookmark the permalink. 19 Comments.
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ZONGRIK 
Very nice.
So lonely and sad.
embraced in warmth
i live inside a sleeve
worn like a stain
… this is great.
an incidental rag…i rather like that phrase…it captures it well…and that no one remembers the face, or seems to care…ugh….hard reality….
So sad…. 😦
isolated and sad poem
this is quite lonely and sad….very well done.
Awww…that’s melancholy and very good.
Thoughtful, and rather moving, take on the prompt…
Though your poem is mostly sad, you use warm words in it. This gives it a tension that is quite meaningful. Good job!
yes. living inside our winter sweaters – so true. and sometimes hiding, yes. excellent.
Hiding away in a voluminess garment for comfort – what an interetsing take on the prompt. I lke the ‘yarny’ reference to unwinding too.
poor little butterfly 😦
… and way too many of us (folks who overdid food consumption during the holidays) welcome the roomy garments we can wear while we shed pounds. I thought your poem was great!
Evokes a sense of melancholy and isolation. Nice job.
=)
Exactly. “No one will recollect my face.” The attraction of invisibiltiy of which I drew a similar conclusion. I like this!
Such a powerful container, gday Zong ‘
“assembeled yarn
helps me unwind
.
embraced in warmth
i live inside a sleeve”
Love these words…then the turn for sadness…excellent write,
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my mind had thought of comfort, and that I’d like the solitude…but I can see that it’s also a perfect place to mourn daily losses.
Thank you.
Very good,Tammy and so sad&lonely and yet so secure.