Houndstooth
Joseph E. Reed
February 18, 2015
In hindsight...
Houndstooth
Hidden, yet hinted, slightly
Part of a pattern
Paisley, pen's stripes
Stripped of sophistry
Numbed to normalcy amidst the
Mundane modes
Swaths, swatches
Practically forgotten in the fabric of times spent
Pretty pennies
Cuts, measured, hewn,
Tailored, tinted, tinged
Intertwined
Twines, burlaps, leathers
Lacework, cotton, vinyls, esters
Bamboo, wool, alpaca
Fleece
Fleeting feasts for famished eyes
Eagerly craving creative styles
From jeans, bags and purses to
Hats, scarves and satchels
Even corduroy and a print
Reminiscent of grandma's old curtains
A sweater, knit
A plastic tray on the counter to collect my coins
An abrasive old madame, tired of another day
I garnish my treasures and, abrupt,
slip away from the sweet muffled tones
and scents of linens
Handicrafts await!
Me and my singer
My crookneck and twin pins
My loom and wheel
The workshop where my memory's quilts are sewn
YOU ARE READING
Writer. Poems by Joseph E. Reed
Poetry"Arising out of the mists and numbness of false cloudiness, Joseph's poetry is a pursuit of vitality, a yearning for reality." -Naja the Artist A poet and musician since childhood, Joseph E. Reed presents his creations for the world to share. Well...
