Normal might be a limiting line
that hedges us into tight
corners and right angles.
For my grandma and my mom,
cutting quilt blocks
is everyday straight life
but my normal recognizes
the circle of quilting is outside my
power of comfort.
My patterned mandala creates
its own book-lined comfort;
each of us must find the geometry
to shape our own normal.
Hour 7
Beautiful! I love the first line. Such an efficiency of words & still you fit in so much story.
Thank you so much for your kind words.
Powerful first line for a thought-provoking, philosophical poem. Well done!
Thank you.
A lovely poem! I hope everyone learns their own geometry.
Me too! And thank you for your kind words.