Patchwork Poem by Sandra Black

My heart is a multicoloured quilt
Patched up in places
With stitches in the seams

It gathers together the pieces
That fall apart each time
You fail to match me in rhyme

It is a woven work of art
Jilted translucent and coloured parts
A masterpiece that you did start

A missing piece
That you failed to put in
To finish the multiple broken parts

My heart longs to be welded
In a titanium mould
Together we should make it last when
old

The old patchwork frayed at the edges
Seeks to be kept on the golden ledges
Of your own mind and heart

Perhaps it will magically transform
Into a tapestry to conform
The exacting needs of the master craftsman

The patchwork seems doomed
And ready to be abandoned
Alas! You have found something shiny n new