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ArrowWords
Jan 21, 2011 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

This Old Sweater

This old sweater,
White ribbed wool,
Heavy,
With times we’ve spent together,
The patterned puffs ,
And yarn stitched lines,
By myth I’m told.
But tell my friends as true,
Were first used as family signs,
So those Aron sailors
Washed ashore were known.

Its gentle itch next to my skin
Welcome to me unlike others
An alive and touching friend
Recalling worn past ways
For love lying rumpled by me on the floor,
For cold wet tear soaked days,
For wind tickled times blowing joy,
For the soft white blazing inside me,
Its thick white cables tied
To memories from the deep.

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Country/Region: CAN

Favorite Poets: Dylan Thomas, Walt Whitman, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Leonard Cohen, Constantine Cavafy

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Comments

A

ArrowWords

14 years 6 months ago

It Feels Good to be back

Thanks for the welcome. It's good to be back. I tried some other sites, but this feels more like home. My best to you and everyone here.

Cheers,
Don

K

Kailashana2

14 years 6 months ago

Sometimes I get the picture

Sometimes I get the picture that you're a very accomplished poet, with dozens of books out, and you're just playing with us, *wee folk*. Now where do ya suppose I might get an idea like that one?

;-)

A

ArrowWords

14 years 6 months ago

wee folk

Oh I really am a "wee folk". Thank you for the compliment. You should see the stuff rumpled in the garbage where it belongs. On another site I got the impression that the comments were all from people who thought the purpose of poetry was to get published. That's great and I hope many do, but for me its about sharing some thoughts knowing that some will enjoy it and others not. Of course I have always appreciated helpful comments here at Neopoet. So I have no books - just me and my sweater :)

Cheers,
Don

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Kailashana2

14 years 6 months ago

The wee folk commentary was

The wee folk commentary was meant for Xena. Sorry for the confusion. And I was wrong about the missing *to* that Xena noticed. Apparently you thought it needed it, and I didn't as it was *(understood).

Well as they say, there's always Manhattan.

Nice to see you back in any case.

~A

A

ArrowWords

14 years 6 months ago

Wrong Wee

No problem. I see now that I will need to pay better attention to the indents on the screen. Anyhow it provoke some thoughts on why I like Neopoet.

Cheers,
Don

A

ArrowWords

14 years 6 months ago

Music

Hmmm, don't think so, mind you as I get older I find it harder to say what really happened and did not :)

Cheers,
Don

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Kailashana2

14 years 6 months ago

Thank God, selective memory

Thank God, selective memory is much better than selective listening which sometimes can get one in a whole lot of trouble (ask any Music Man) . Ok, both can be troubling or troublesome. If it were not for age, we'd be unborn or dead. . ;-)

CCfire

CCfire

14 years 3 months ago

I bought one of these when I

I bought one of these when I was in Ireland and wore it to death so the poem speaks truly and personally for me. Enjoyed it so much and look forward to reading more of you.

A

ArrowWords

14 years 3 months ago

Bought mine in Ireland too.

Bought mine in Ireland too. Twice actually, one backpacking there when I was 19 and the current one there again much later sans backpack.

Cheers,
Don