Stitching on the side seams continues. Slowly. And today, sporadically.
Distracted today / My thoughts chased away like birds / Flushed from a bush / Will they return to their roost / When the danger has passed?
I’d take a series of stitches and then space out, shake it off and repeat. I’ve picked it up and set it down multiple times. And increasingly, I’m frustrated that I’m this stressed.
If that sounds like a vicious circle forming, you’re not wrong.
The poems are a nice little reprieve though. I’ve written a few tanka before, and find the form both relaxing and challenging. I experience a lot of freedom in structure – my brain is wired that way. I would like to perhaps try to lace my poems with puns and layer in references to other poems the way it was common (and ideal) to do during the Heian period.
