Kia ora koutou, I was thinking about writing and how much the act of writing is woven into my daily life, how important it is to me. That’s not because I get it right the first or the second or often the fifth rewrite but because its become such a rich and fabulous, if occasionally frustrating, part of my life. So I wrote this poem…
A Habit of Writing
First
stem stitch
then overlapping
rough stretches
fall into
smoothly turned corners
an embroidered Daisy
an appliqued Iris
secret pockets of threads
old lines
mistakes here
wrong turns there
seams of rethinking
edges into curves
crazy patchwork
new patterns emerge
fold me close
wrap me warm
hold me.
Renée
