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Array ( [sid] => 107995 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Given a Hammer and Told to Sew [time] => 2005-10-18 12:11:05 [hometext] => ...of course, it would be no better to be given a needle and thread and told to build a house... [bodytext] => Tisk, Tisk

Given a hammer,
and told to sew.
I haven't the tools
to embroider a gown,
so I sit in my room,
hammering my cloth
into pitiful shreds
of
blue,
black,
and brown...
And soon,
very soon,
not even the cleverest tailor
will possess the skill
to mend my cloth...
Even now,
it lies strewn about
like the torn and tattered battle flag
of a conquered nation,
it lies so limp,
so worthless.
And yet,
I beat,
and beat,
and will continue to beat,
until
it is
no
more.
[comments] => 3 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 62 [informant] => enigma [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => spiritual )

Given a Hammer and Told to Sew

Contributed by enigma on Tuesday, 18th October 2005 @ 12:11:05 PM in AEST
Topic: spiritual

Tisk, Tisk

Given a hammer,
and told to sew.
I haven't the tools
to embroider a gown,
so I sit in my room,
hammering my cloth
into pitiful shreds
of
blue,
black,
and brown...
And soon,
very soon,
not even the cleverest tailor
will possess the skill
to mend my cloth...
Even now,
it lies strewn about
like the torn and tattered battle flag
of a conquered nation,
it lies so limp,
so worthless.
And yet,
I beat,
and beat,
and will continue to beat,
until
it is
no
more.

Copyright © enigma ... [ 2005-10-18 12:11:05]
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Re: Given a Hammer and Told to Sew (User Rating: 1 )
by enigma on Tuesday, 25th October 2005 @ 08:34:12 AM AEST
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Don't feel bad little poem, you capture the irony of the situation life place your author in. Just be thankful he's no longer in it!

Live on...

enigma

Re: Given a Hammer and Told to Sew (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamPoetess on Thursday, 27th October 2005 @ 09:17:10 AM AEST
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Who sends full colors that mix into one, who has the proper tools to fit, other than who reads this, and if so, what is exempt to fill all? why must one feel this way, well, do we keep beating, until we beat it to death, one still stands united? All, or one, what is most? I wonder.

Megan writes">

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Re: Given a Hammer and Told to Sew (User Rating: 1 )
by Nazmythian on Friday, 3rd February 2006 @ 01:34:36 PM AEST
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The beauty of poetry is that it can be interpreted so differently by so many different people. I come away with the feeling and imagery of a person that is battling emotions they are ill equipped to handle and they feel as though they are losing said battle.

"Even now,
it lies strewn about
like the torn and tattered battle flag
of a conquered nation"

The hammer is the mind ? The fabric ... emotion ?

Just the way I interpret it, and I like that metaphore.

Nazzy ~

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