“Seamstress” by: Cat Schappach
always in motion
eternal ebb and flow
perpetual like the seas
my spirit is flux
seeking balance that’s mine
to change at will
I’ll not be defined
my nature’s fluid
my essence — turbulent
reach not for me
I will not be held
do not name me
I will not be yours
rob kistner © 2019
I can’t tell you how much I feel this poem right now… every word, a mantra.
Thank you sincerely Kerry, I am so pleased this resonated for you. I chose not to describe her, but to capture her essence, and give voice to that — moy how she appeared but who she is.
I like how you’ve caught the essence of the free spirit but not captured her, Rob!
Like I commented to Kerry, I was trying to grasp her essence Kim, by observing her looks, but going deeper to try to understand and explain the inner being that drives the facade.
Great title, Rob, and the creature described here for me is all I cannot know but am. I seek her just offshore an element somehow back of death.
Thank you. Forever elusive, yet ever present Brendan… watching, aware — anonymously familiar.
I adore the word “fluxxling.”
Thank you Shawna. When it entered my mind, I smiled… 🙂
Excellent. Nice way to not limit her by not describing her.
The essence of a fluxxling is ever elusive Toni. Never to be described, only experienced.
This should be everyone’s mantra for ‘staying hard’. Perfect!
Thank you Vivian.
Fluid…you capture the motion in the image, evolution. “I’ll not be defined my nature’s fluid my essence — turbulent” Love that line!
Thank you Susie. My impression upon seeing the image was that of a being in a constant state of change, its essence flowing.
I am thing of an elusive spirit, like a fish, possibly a mermaid , exploring her pond having no outlet. I enjoyed reading this, a puzzle waiting to be solved.
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I am pleased you enjoyed this Jim.
Yowza! 🙂
Wowza! 🙂
I applaud such independence… and indeed I wouldn’t dare.
Björn… 🙂
Excellent, Rob! You caught her essence.
Like capturing the wind Sara — you can know only the impact and the experience…
She doesn’t seem to be one who could be owned… You captured her essence.
Thank you Margaret!