Quilting as a metaphor for friendship/professional relationship
QUILTING– by Lynn Lello
If I chose a color for everytime I thought of you
My guilt would be a tapestry of hues
running red and
Bombastic blues, teardrops of liquid smiles
A roadmap of networks to your heart.
I follow the path – I go down
But I am lost –
Lost in a camouflage of thickets
Searching through the haze of gray.
I dream in color, of your tender smile and
I see your sympathetic eyes
conversing in the silence of my solitary thoughts
You are here
A muse in the fabric of my perfect patch
Colleagues holding hands
Girlfriends swinging arms in the balmy breeze.
We weave the threads of a steadfast eternity.
Square by square, we design ourselves
You, a morning glory
Me, a tulip of hope
Eyeing a wisp of your fading brown ringlets
with my golden needle
Deeper and deeper into the Dark
Enriching my illusion with reality
that cuts through the matter of everyday quilting
Without the guilt of secrets
Void of the traces of black
Into an emblematic sun
I reach for you -
Watching you break the final thread.
We cannot touch -
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