'Scraps Of Beauty'
amid
patches of discontent
stretch old fabric
farther than it
was ever meant
to
love borders
a mysterious lace
few can easily recognize
let alone baste
so to properly fit
many through tears
and self delusion
often would
much rather choose
for themselves
to counterfeit
never looking beyond
the pattern of their
own lies
just trying to make others
adhere
to the very contours
of their
particular love lives............
(July 29, 2011 831pm)
Author's Notes/Comments:
This poem came to me thinking of repairing clothing (like my mother use to do for a living and still does for family and friends to this very day) to how people patch for themselves together a love life out of people they should probably otherwise let go of but they are so desperate (some of them )for love that they make do with what scraps they can get rather than holding out for a whole worthwhile love. I have to admit likely in my early 20's I did the same, made boyfriends out of guys who were not good boyfriend material and in ignorance I married a man I know now looking back on, that I should have kept merely as a friend but hind sight is 20/20 and I don't believe I knowingly went against my gut in that case but had I waited a while longer or if circumstances had been clearer sooner to me at the time I may not have but what happened happened and so it must have been meant to be but now I will be more careful who I give my heart to and will think long and hard before I just hand it over (and the rest of my life too for that matter) to make sure that person is indeed all they seem to be and are a right fit for me of course as well as I ( hopefully) for them. Someone once said with age comes wisdom and I am more apt to believe this now that I have moved in to the middle years of my life.
Melissa!!! Sorry, I am in a
Melissa!!! Sorry, I am in a light mood tonight that I am thinking of writing something comic to match it, lol! This poem however hit home. Dearest gentle friend, I understand how you must have regretted your earlier decisions in life. But I took comfort with your mention that you made several boyfriends? I hope then, you enjoyed your youth before you married. Love has made the wisest fools so welcome to the world of past, present, and future heartaches. If it is any consolation, I have been twice ignorant than you because I was 17 when I thought I was matured enough to have known the right thing and he was only my second boyfriend. Not the type to hang around ( still not ), but after my mistake, I resolved to be very careful. That resolve, saw me over a decade of mediocracy ( not happy, not sad, not excited, not inspired, not not, etc. ) till now. I look back now of the times I practically wasted my youth keeping from the wrong vibes. Like you, I am in my middle age but now I left everything to God if I am meant to stay as I am. Sometimes, I wonder if pains the pains that come with love and wrong decisions are essential in making it special? This poem, best describe our hearts which from pains, got mended one too many. But I like to think that our hearts ended up like the beautiful patchwork you mentioned here. Think of a quilt from scraps. Each one is unique like us, like our hearts now beautifully quilted to give warmth to a deserving someone... May someone notice the beauty and rare quality of your quilt soon... God bless my friend...
Shye
“ Let the beauty of what you love be what you do."
~ Rumi
... And my comment is longer
... And my comment is longer than your poem, lol! Son enjoyed it ...
Shye
“ Let the beauty of what you love be what you do."
~ Rumi
Thank you Shye! Beautiful Comments!
I enjoyed every last one ( manifesto it was or not!) Cheers, to you my friend, Melissa