The hurt is not enough.
It goes on
the way the dusk
acquainted with the night
is bullied into silence,
black and blue,
blows followed by
I-love-you’s,
and this lover’s quarrel,
these promises to keep,
are lumps in the throat
lovely, dark and deep.
For I have had too much
of apple picking today,
and there’s no greater devotion
than being shore to ocean;
so come forth into the storm
and be my love in the rain,
as I’ve my own desert spaces
and nothing gold can stay.
This is a found poem stitching together some of my favorite lines from Robert Frost’s poetry, and so I can only take credit for the arrangement of what was already greatly composed symphonies of words. The title is taken from Frost’s epitaph: “I had a lover’s quarrel with the world.”
The artwork is featured from Writing Forward.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
beautiful stitching!
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Thank you very much, Worms.
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I have inexplicably deleted your comment from “Sky Ink”. 😦 It happens occasionally. I go to reply and then somehow the screen all flickers about and the comment disappears and I am none the wiser as to my error. I was going to reply “Thank you. I was wondering if I could incorporate the ginger bread stars my children stamped out yesterday. So many stars in my life. :-)”
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Oh, I think those ginger bread stars would fit in perfectly, as delicate and delicious as they are. Will be on the lookout for the “Sky Ink” in my own life now. Thank you.
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Lovely! 🙂 Best comment you could make!
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Love your arrangement
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A worthy remix, I’m glad. Thank you.
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a stunning opening of violence leading into a calm acceptance: this poem doesn’t miss a beat —
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Did I miss your comment. Sorry, John. Thank you so very much. I do enjoy a good collage of either words or images. Cheers!
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you did take a while in responding 😦
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It’s terrible of me. I don’t think I got notifications of all my messages, or it could be turkey lethargy, either way, please do forgive me.
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no worries: ‘turkey lethargy’ : I like that 🙂
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It’s a real thing, John. All that blood flow to the belly. 🦃
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Lol; it’s very conducive for deep sleeping 🙂
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hi K: left you a question on my post; would be really interested in your answer 🙂
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Wonderfully weaved. K.
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Thanks, Jeff. Lots of lovely squares to chose from.
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Welcome, K. Indeed.
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I like Frost, too. Some poets are just a cut above the norm.
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Ha! Too true. Unless the person is too snippety.
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Thank you very much. An enjoyable exercise. 😃
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is that a real word or did you just make it up?
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A clever ekphrastic poem, K. Nicely done.
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Wonderful arrangement , K. 💕❤️💕
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Thank you kindly, Grace.💜 I enjoy making mosaics such as this.
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I had to study Frost at University – I didn’t really appreciate his writing then. It’s only as I’ve gotten older I’ve realised what I was missing out on.
The imagery in your own piece is stunning as always my friend. Beautiful 🖤🖤
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Thank you. I will admit I’ve coke full circle with Frost after teaching it, but there’s a comfort each time I return. 💜
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Definitely 👍🖤
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Really good. It’s difficult to do that well with someone else’s lines. ‘
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Thank you. I had a message in mind and went searching for my treasures in Frost’s famous lines. I’m glad it turned out and kept the original art in tact.
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