Often, I just can't stop.
I liked it simple actually, not that I don't like what it became.
I wrote a poem while I was just going.
Actually, just words, what makes a bunch of words a poem? Maybe just how you see them? I had to look it up, if dreamed or dreamt was correct. I am not too good with knowing words. And then, dreamt just felt better. A lot of times, that is what language has become for me.
Just talking in the zone today, a newsletter to be published soon, because there has been some reconsidering...
Catching up reading backwards. Your posts are poems. Regularly. What else could you call this: “hair can be a language sometimes.”
ha! amazed at what floats to the surface. If I tried to think about what to say I would never say anything… words confuse me and and I can never explain where they come from.
It’s a poem – and now, there’ll be many more, floating to the surface, whether or not a piece of stitching has triggered it!
On another matter, thank you, Jude, for identifying your lovely marigold. They are a very different, smaller flower here in Oz.
floating to the surface, yes, you put words to how it happens…
the marigolds mostly got shewed up but the ones that survived are big and bright, like suns. I imagine tiny and bright dyepo(e)ts
so many eyes
I keep practicing.
I think poetry is about feeling and the magic that happens when words fall together in the right order.
This brought to mind the Hip hop rap song by American Rapper “Skee – Lo”… ” I wish”… maybe you are word stitching
Each creative form is, I guess, a kind of dialog with those who are familiar with it. I wonder if that limits its scope.
When often on my rambles down to the lake, my mind rambles, too, and I cling to a thought to return to, to write a poem. This is poem to me. An expression of a single sense
A single sense can be quite complicated…
Indeed. But often a recorded sense memory.
A dialogue with one’s self or one of our selves maybe. I like the way these replies form little steps…
I have been trying to capture the idea of mystery in stitch and wasted a whole lot of Deb L.’s beautiful thread in my failed attempt. And here it is -beautifully illustrated in your totem’s hair. If it’s okay, I like to use something similar in my piece…which is, come to think of it, also a totem.
Go for it….❤
I look at this beautiful piece of yours…and the Beatles pop into my head…”.I’d like to be…
Under the sea….”..:):)
…sing with time passing…aah…to be in accord..a chord with the passing of time… with ease ..and sing…
What a lovely poem…dreamt feels right, for sure:):)
Singing always happens to me too.
me too, i often break out in song to a line that helps explain the hard to explain, of what we perceive. words are a form of painting to me
Yes, another way to compose
Loved the fabric and thread poem, and the word poem. Like someone else said, my mind added “by” to the end to rhyme, but my spelling would have been “bye”, which gives it a whole new meaning. I don’t post a lot. I guess I’m a parttime ghost, but I do read you first thing every day, just to joggle the spirit. Thank you.
Ghosting is one of my favorite things…❤
She’s like a beacon seeing through the storms!💙
Love your poem too!
I like to think about being a lighthouse.
I enjoy sitting with my work and it tells me what is needed.
Maybe it gets too chatty sometimes but I like to let it do the directing.
Re the poem, our thoughts are our thoughts and letting them out is beautiful. They dont have to make sense to anyone but us.
❤️
Ha, well that depends!
the poem flows beautifully, just as the locks of hair flow on the woman in the totem……a beautiful capture of flow…of movement in both instances
Flow might be a kind of patchwork, in perspective. Thank you for helping me think that.
I love the streaming hair … or is it words?
hair can be a language sometimes
beautyfull, and beautyfuller. my head automatically added “by” to the last phrase. but it’s more meaningfull not rhyming. as tho to say, it’s not what u think. or expect.
Most of my rhyming is generated when in s lighter mood.
those black and white tendrils …
This stitch format, used so many ways, but I need to talk about how it is becoming a language.
I believe you have tapped into a/the language of the cosmos through cloth and thread. I’ve not seen all the words or read all the definitions, but each one I’ve come across seems connected with restoration, respect, expansion, curiosity, transformation, allowing … a language of harmony that travels the cycle of birth, decay, death, and rebirth. Sorry if this is a bit far out (and not fully articulated) … just what I sense intuitively. I think it is the thing that moved me to tears the first time I read your words which was in the feather project.
It’s nice to hear you associate these words with my words.
oh, you! you are so good with words, and speaking about your work…the hearing of words is poetry, too. or rather, listening?
Yes this! Velma states it so well. Love this Jude totem. 🙂
Totem, like that. A lot.
Totem cloth!
Totem. I like that. I think I will make a totem!
What if it is just that? Floating words, then poof!?
It’s hot. Simple and reconsidering are good. I never ‘got’ poetry which has made me feel as though I’ve missed something, you know, on the outside looking in on ‘those in the know’ but your idea of just words made a difference for me. I’ve put some words together and they sound just fine, just my thoughts. Maybe I’ll share some one day. Thanks as always Jude.
Does writing it down make it more of a poem?
I find creating intentionally simple very difficult to do, whether in spinning wool or in embroidering!
Maybe nothing is really simple
Kind eyes. Simple is lovely, too.
And then. Is anything simple?
The funny thing about poems is we recognize them when we meet them….
Is that true of all we can define?
Would we be able to define them if it wasn’t? If that is true then I think so…
❤
Your hair touch the sky
Mades me sing
Looking lots of eyes
Beybey
we build with vision…
it’s so humid, my hair probably does touch the sky.
Yes! Amazing stitching & beautiful Poem!
hey, good morning!