Patchwork Quilt

by Maple Tree   May 3, 2017


Cracked marble tops
tell tales of conversation
gone astray, as she crouches
In the dark; weeping.

She left her soul to die
on the corner of California
but her heartbeat dances
tween mountains in New York.

A broken women can always mend-
she becomes a patchwork quilt,
sharing warmth for those who
know what it's like to hide in dark places.

    report violation
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  • 7 years ago

    by CJ Maleney

    This brought back some unpleasant memories.

    Still a fantastic write and beautiful little bit locked in too x

    Craig

  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    This is so beautifully done but so sad

  • 7 years ago

    by AngelaLuisaCory

    Beautiful. I love the analogy with the patchwork quilt. So true, and so beautifully penned

  • 7 years ago

    by ddavidd

    Few times I came here to say something about this little delightful piece, but I had nothing to say, except this time, that, I know that beautiful woman.

  • 7 years ago

    by Liz

    She left her soul to die
    on the corner of California
    but her heartbeat dances
    tween mountains in New York.

    ^I'm not sure why reading this made me sad. It seems like there's so much that isn't being said.

    Thank you for sharing this! And congrats on your 1000th!!!

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