Time & her Needlework

By Blood Saga

She who works in silent displeasure
wondering why they never learn
and still she stitches the broken hearts
back together again.

. . ... .

Hers is a methodical task
such fragile things they are,
and she takes each one in her palms,
like a wounded bird.

She knows only Patience will ensure it's done right.

Some are even grateful, in the end,
but Time sighs and sets down her needlework
wondering why she never learns
no matter how many curse her name.

. . ... ..
. .. . ...

Envy is a selfish woman who wants everything
but cherishes nothing of value
and yet Time cannot bring herself to harm
the poor blind soul.

And she isn't the only one . . .

Truth, who just can't help the pain she causes;
Passion, the pretender;
Mercy, so often overlooked;
Purity, who never saw sunlight;
Empathy, driven mad long ago . . .

Death is her closest consort
at least he knows what it is
to be alive.

She keeps the delicate balance
carefully mending the broken hearts
and always wondering why
her children never learn.

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Published on Monday, December 6, 2010. Filed under: "Philosophical" and "Poetry"

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Comments on "Time & her Needlework"

A former member wrote: It was as if I watching life unfold .. Pure and amazing. This poem is best fit with the Poem of the Day. Congrats! :)
On Monday, May 2, 2011, Nameless Pariah (126) wrote:

I have to agree with Ainsof. The personification was astounding. I love how you made each abstraction come to life.
A former member wrote: "And she isn't the only one . . . Truth, who just can't help the pain she causes; Passion, the pretender; Mercy, so often overlooked; Purity, who never saw sunlight; Empathy, driven mad long ago . . . Death is her closest consort at least he knows what it is to be alive. She keeps the delicate balance carefully mending the broken hearts and always wondering why her children never learn."...........this was so parabolic and paradigm'd....poetic enough for several wounds.....the allegory here is soft and unwinding, truthful and insightful....and on a day like today [for me] to read these emotives, it is far far too much to embrace, so i'll have to absorb instead. .. . .needlework indeed; all of 'this/us\them' sewn into a skin, into a timeless vein.....
On Thursday, March 24, 2011, Blood Saga (78) wrote:

Oh, my dear, even your comments are brilliant poems. Perhaps it's just your natural language, one I still strive to master, if such a thing is at all possible.
On Tuesday, December 7, 2010, Malcholm Dark (806) wrote:

Wow, Time the Florence Nightingale in our lives... clever write, very good... thank-you
A former member wrote: excellent personification... purity who never saw sunlight.... perhaps more than the others... stood out as insightful and unique, but the whole is well developed with implications stretching beyond....well crafted, well wrought.... *bows*
A former member wrote: Wow...such a story. If I may ask, what, if anything, inspired this? It was wonderful.
On Monday, December 6, 2010, Blood Saga (78) wrote:

Well, there wasn't really one thing that inspired it. The first stanza just came to me and I went form there. It's how I write most of my works. Thank you to everyone for your lovely comments by the way!