Feather Muse Friday ONE SMALL STITCH AT A TIME

Feather Muse

Here, a short  story about
the decision I made concerning the eye,
that now requires more work before
my first feather patch is ready to fly away,
and a little poem about stitching feelings. 

The Eye or Not The Eye

  It was ready to be stitched

Then I looked closely, and thought about it,
thought about it in relation to kids I know,

and the kid I was a long time ago.

I thought it might be scary,

and that If I include an eye in this piece,
I want to be very precise about the expression.

I'm considering kids fears and feelings.

A whole face might be a friendly comfort,

but a big disembodied left eye?
Maybe not.

 I like the eye a whole lot,

but decided to remove it from this patch.

I'll save it for another project.

Then the eyebrow was still there in stitches.

So - now - just the moon, the Buddha planet,

and peace sign, on a new backing cloth
(I had no more of that other one).

To be completed  a rainbow,
and perhaps the feather's string
might wind around the moon to cover the join .

A little more time, then, 
before it goes to join the others.
Late last night the moon found a face.

 Early this morning a rainbow began.

I must admit it's got difficult, and latent arthritis
has been cramping my thumb to complicate things,
 but, this whole process makes me admire
truly accomplished 'stitchers' even more!

Conversion 

 Stitch that grumble  to a cloth
of sighs.  Let them tumble
one by one. Stay humble.

When a seam falls apart,
or loose stitches unravel,
let the slow needle travel.

Cover gaps in thatches,
colorful patterned patches.
Add haiku snatches,

a worn truism.
Choose words of wisdom.
Encourage optimism.

In darkness, add light.
Make day from night,
and keep it bright.

Let the eye see

how a thing can be

perpetually set free.

It need not be slick.
Let edges fray.  Quick-
give it away to finish the trick.

(soon)