Layers and Layers of Yarn

Layers and Layers of Yarn

A Poem by R.E. Ray

Layers and Layers of Yarn

 

Have you ever seen how a baseball is made

how the nameless, calloused woman wraps

layers and layers and layers

and layers of yarn around

the little pit, the fibers thinner and thinner

as the circumference becomes a smooth facade

to mold the figure-8 skin around

the deliberate knot

 

and how she weaves the scarlet in neat Vs

through the bleached

into the sheathed orb

like a surgeon or mortician

or taxidermist

closes and stitches with string

silver needle and skill

a heart, head, or glass eye?

 

I thought of you

sewing your poems in the kitchen window

and in your garden

picking them from the dirt

or a crowded sky of backyard stars

tossing them into the public domain

and running from them

in every intimate conversation

 

and therapy session

me, waiting next door in the cluttered

wallpapered room, flipping through

an old Sports Illustrated, and counting

inodorous roses and quiet caged birds

Maya Angelou on a splintered glass table

face-up, whispering, singing

nothing about baseball.


© 2020 R.E. Ray


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I don't know much about baseball at all Robert but I am fascinated to learn how a baseball is made. Skilled work indeed. I was able to visualise that woman with her calloused hands doing her stuff. This poem is multi layered, there is much going on. Love your final stanza, the wallpaper with the caged birds and your thoughts drifting to Maya Angelou. What a poet she was. And this one of yours is excellent poetry too.

Chris

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R.E. Ray

1 Week Ago

Thank you, Chris. I watched a documentary the other day and it triggered these thoughts about how so.. read more



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I call this a story-teller. You hear it, and you want to share another. It puts you in the mood.

Jon

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R.E. Ray

1 Day Ago

Thanks for the visit and your comments, Jon.
I really appreciated the metaphors on this. From baseball making to kitchens to gardens to star gazing...all an art of their own. I especially liked the 3rd stanza as it is through those forms that inspiration strikes me. Harvesting poetry, such a lovely thought.

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R.E. Ray

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Thanks much, Erika. And, I apologize for the late reply. Not sure how I missed your review. I thi.. read more
poems like baseballs, yards and yards of lines spun tight into a smooth orb.
Hitable, catchable, readable....
I actually have seen a couple specials on how the baseballs are made...I love baseball and grew up with it in NY in the fifties, with the Yanks, Giants and Dodgers all in our area, lived in a high rise 2.6 miles from Yankee stadium...could see the glare of the lights in the sky when they had night games.
I was a caged bird looking to fly there...Mickey Mantle and Willie Mays my heroes...and then...as i got older Maya Angelou became one as well...she could recite the phone book and it would sound so great...she and/or Gwendolyn Brooks...
as Jack Buck used to say..."that's a winner"
I feel this poem is because for me i relate on so many levels...mmm poetry or baseball...playboy or sports illustrated.
A garden of poems pulled from the dirt of inspiration.
I'll take poetry...the other choice, undecided.
j.

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R.E. Ray

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J., thanks very much for reading this one and sharing your story and connection here. Though I’m a.. read more
Those layers are what lie beneath many poets. The ability to observe and to carefully create, trying to find answers through words on a page.

I get the feeling in this that poetry is so personal it may feel like an intrusion by other people to read what's been created. Perhaps it would reveal a weakness.

After saying this, I wonder if my interpretation would be different a year from now.

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R.E. Ray

1 Week Ago

I think age and experience can certainly change our interpretations. As for poets and what lies ben.. read more
I suppose art and poetry are so great because they offer this space where people can express themselves without having to lay their thoughts and feelings bare—or state explicitly what they are addressing. Some of our greatest art offers only impressions and sometimes the impression of a thing is enough to impart significant subconscious meaning.

This is a layered poem. I like the baseball metaphor and the methodical approach—as the baseball is built the crux of the idea oppositely unravels. Being writers ourselves, it is hard not to observe and try and unravel the approach of writers we admire. And try and find where we fit within the fold of their ideas.

I enjoyed the way the poem juxtaposed the everydayness of our lives to the things that become poetry. I think poetry is birthed in those spaces where we are not expecting to find it. I think about a lot of my favorite writers this way. Trying to find connection points and inhabit their minds, in a sense. Which was what I felt you were working towards here. Cool poem, Robert.

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R.E. Ray

1 Week Ago

So many good points and observations in your review, Eilis. I know the metaphor is a bit odd, but I.. read more
What a lovely piece
of poetry this truly is
your unique style of
writing is splendid

I s o enjoyed this
entire poem but
love the 3rd
stanza..the crowded
sky of backyard stars

g ood stuff



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R.E. Ray

1 Week Ago

Thank you, Fran.
I don't know much about baseball at all Robert but I am fascinated to learn how a baseball is made. Skilled work indeed. I was able to visualise that woman with her calloused hands doing her stuff. This poem is multi layered, there is much going on. Love your final stanza, the wallpaper with the caged birds and your thoughts drifting to Maya Angelou. What a poet she was. And this one of yours is excellent poetry too.

Chris

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

R.E. Ray

1 Week Ago

Thank you, Chris. I watched a documentary the other day and it triggered these thoughts about how so.. read more
Probably, the most unique, multi-layered tribute to the poetess, Maya Angelou.
I'm convinced she would have been enthralled by it.
Exceptional work, Mr. Ray!


Posted 1 Week Ago


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R.E. Ray

1 Week Ago

Thanks much, Jimmy.

This is so damned good, if I was not a fella, I could very easily fall in love with your bloomin pen.. No kiddin :)

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R.E. Ray

1 Week Ago

Thanks very much, Neville. Lots of good inspiration in the Cafe. I appreciate your kind words.
Neville

1 Week Ago


You are welcome sir.

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Added on June 27, 2020
Last Updated on June 27, 2020
Tags: poem, poetry, hiding, concealing, pain, despair, fear, judgment, self esteem, baseball, yarn, knots, sewing, glass, race, Maya Angelou, free verse, freestyle, RERay


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