a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Sunday, May 24, 2015

humming

humming to myself
needle in and out
mending with love
the only way i can

trained in women's ways
needlework is tiresome
alone there's no laughter
dreaming a fool's dream

to leave this bleached land
for a green country
with stepping stones
through clear waters

concentrating
remembering the method
of the matriarch
diving into forced chores

humming to myself
i day dream of sheep
instead of days and olive men
falling like dominoes

For Sunday's Whirligig   With my funny writing or poor eyesight:  I thought "olive" was "dive" and "men" was "mend" so "olive men" was added as an afterthought when I read the words again...dreaming a fool's dream.

17 comments:

Terri @ Coloring Outside the Lines said...

That one was hard..I don't write them anymore, but I try to play along when you post them. You did a great job using those words!

eileeninmd said...

Hello, I like your poem. You did well using the words provided. Enjoy your new week ahead!

LindaG said...

Great job, Gail. :-)

Old Egg said...

I found this moving piece incredibly sad. As I read into it the woman left at home while her man was at war and it told of their long time apart

Mr. Walker said...

I like "remembering the method / of the matriarch". I also liked your end note. Perhaps we need more mending men.

Lynne said...

Amazing how you can do that . . .
and tell a story . . .

C.C. said...

Like Robin, I felt a ring of sadness to this piece too, a wistfulness almost. Those olive men falling like dominoes must have done it...that can't be a good thing!

vivinfrance said...

Oops! I made the same assumptions, and dived straight in!

The making-do and mending ethos was also part of my childhood.

Keith Hillman said...

Such poignancy within your thought-provoking poem.
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Sandra said...

I wondered why they put the word dive on the list. even after i read your comment at the bottom it still looks like Dive... this one i like and understand and GET, and humming is my thing. I hum all day long, my humming was a problem when i worked because i do it and don't even know i am doing it...

Saucy Kodz said...

I liked that line with "olive men" ha,ha - had a giggle. Put your glasses on silly girl. ha,a Don't mind me, I'm just being silly. I think you did a great job with those words thrown at ya. H to M n lol

Jae Rose said...

I think the word confusion was a very happy accident! I loved this piece..olive skinned men can be fickle but you can always rely on a sheep to make you smile!

Stacy Lynn Mar said...

wonderful!

this reminded me of the book 'Anonymous Was a Woman' so full of inspiring pioneer women whose needlework was truly art!

i think you would enjoy the book. :)

Lowcarb team member said...

I think humming (or singing) to oneself can help when we are doing our chores, especially needlework - never my favourite.

All the best Jan

Jane Dew said...

The fourth stanza is my favorite. What a strong ending.

dimscribblesdiary said...

I absolutely LOVE "olive men"!

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

I can't help but suspect that the olive men are dreaming of the speaker, however!

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