Lillian had a prompt at dVerse Poets earlier this week titled “Come Sew With Me … Sort Of …” where she gave a wonderful little glimpse into some of her life’s days and her family and how a great deal of these days were impacted by her sewing machine.
Her prompt then, in relation to that (in the above link), was to ask folks to write a poem that incorporates one or more of the sewing terms she listed in said link.
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Sweat Pants
Years have longed me
to try and seem even a glimpse of
pant seams unstretched
back to
younger ones
before I longed
older years to be more like those
maybe if I start walking
with intent
sit up more than just sitting up
being victory enough
of still breathing we talk
joke
but so buttonholes on jeans won’t mock
my pinch-skin attempts
tell me they won’t tell if I don’t of an open ease hid with a belt
and legs won’t need hemmed or folded
recall (ing)
when I was tall (er)
two inches closer to the clouds
above now that made me more of a looker
I’m sure
in those younger years
but adjust then to these older ones
instead
and think,
well
who don’t like sweat pants?
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