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a bright moon
through the eye of a needle
this silence
eye of a needle
a double strand enters
knots dwell in her mind
she can cross stitch a village
with or without setting suns
She lived in the eye of a needle
Folks called her Ole Mrs Tweedle
There in her space
all day long she'd tat and lace
and ne'er did she tire that weedle
--gillena cox
Revisit
Wizard of Oz
day moon
the old house
A clever write, Gillena. Ha, it would be impossible indeed to live on the eye of a needle. I can just picture this Mrs. Tweedle!!
ReplyDeletewonderful Gillena, I can barely sow a button, poor Mrs. Tweedle, love this in a sweet kinda I'm useless, way x
ReplyDeleteNice series, Gillena. The second one is my favorite. I like the evocative images your poem conjures up.
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped in Mary
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Thanks for stopping by Lorraine
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Thank you for your appreciation Gabriella
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ha. i like those first two. makes me think of the rich men going through the eye of the needle...and i like the stitching the village line in the second...
ReplyDeleteI like the poem (s?) and I also like the picture with the camels! Gives a very different perspective about the eye of a needle!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Brian
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Thanks for dropping in Peggy
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Ole Mrs. Tweedle in the eye of a needle... cute to picture her sitting there!
ReplyDeleteI like the camels sitting in the eye of the needle, and the images of setting suns being cross stitched. Lovely lovely. I enjoyed all the lines. Superb.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting me earlier Gillena. I love all your blogs, wow.
Oh now I understand from your picture how those camels squeezed through the eye of a needle!
ReplyDeleteoh Gillena this is so cleverly done. ..love the Biblical allusion to show that impossible place..all wonderful lines...
ReplyDeleteThe haiku is stunning in it's simplicity, Gillena. Well done!
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Thank you Anne
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Happy you dropped in Rallentanda
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Thank you for your appreciation Sumana
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An impossible place indeed! Very clever. Love the cross-stitching a village :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Sarah
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A impossible place and perhaps it is too impossible to live. More here than just words. Excellent.
ReplyDeleteWhat a creative take on the prompt! It is indeed a impossible place! I appreciate how you have got that perception!
ReplyDeleteloved your lady Mrs.Tweedle..and I loved the way you are saying that we create our own world by choice..
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Alan
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Thank you for your appreciation Arathi
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Thank you for your appreciation Umang
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Loved the way you "pinned" the "eye of a needle" beautifully against the haiku, tanka and limerick poetry forms. I don't believe, I recall anyone going in that direction with a Poetry Jam prompt before. Very cool!
ReplyDeleteSo original! The eye of a needle is indeed quite an impossible place to be. I really like the idea and I can picture Mrs Tweedle there. Simply wow, Gillena!
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Wendy
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Happy you stopped by Minerva
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