Sunday Stash #49 – A Hundred Thousand
The Shinkansen speeds next to my window
So fast my eyes see only the blur of blue
and white. Carrying a hundred thousand ghosts
up and down the abbreviated coasts, not knowing
they’re being watched in flight.
Turned around through wireless wires
A hundred thousand looks create a constant craving
of the stage. Written words try to convey
the stitches left to be made, but the eyes on me
freeze my hand to the page.
My week in Japan has left me in an odd creative space. I desperately miss my sewing machine, and the creativity that it has afforded me over the past year and a half. So this week I decided to return to poetry–one of my earliest creative outlets.
To deconstruct my verse, I celebrated my 100,000th page view this week. This event has left me awestruck, and terrified at the same time. So without too much fanfare, leave a comment to enter to win this 1.5 metre bundle of Echino fabrics I picked up in Japan. International entries are always welcome.