Over in the Garden, Kerry shared poet Sara Teasdale. "Teasdale's work has always been characterized by its simplicity and clarity, her use of classical forms, and her passionate and romantic subject matter. Her poetry centered on a woman's changing perspectives on beauty love and death and served to chart the development of her own existence, from living a sheltered life in St Louis to attaining success as a well-known poet living in New York City, who had to face a struggle with depression and disillusionment. "
Bleeding scarlet fingers twirl and fall
concrete dreams blur fragile first stars
Once upon a time I was going to ___________
Tightly knit-I took my time to open
let others see my gray eyes
One must stretch, reach and tangle
flame red threads
stitch and lock eyes
feel sun's caress
find your ribbons, your thread,
hug the down of fuzzy, fragile wishes
they hold you, hug you, warm your heart's
others see only shadows in light's painted rays
dark pupils fill colored
iris blue pool
blinded by sun's jewels
sprouted weeds push through
seep, stretch, reach
into heart's green star.
----make tiny stitches
hem your heart
with blind knots
thread your edges
cut doubt away---
before faded whispers
blow gusts of frigid wind
crawls into your bones
n' lipid pools of 'if '
all your days.
© Ellen Wilson
"An invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle, but never break." - Ancient Chinese Proverb