
My existence,
An asymmetrical quilt
Of multicolored patches,
Tessellating patterns,
Of me
Harbors minute pieces
Of Alabaster Anglo
Like specks of stars,
Whimsical yellows
And scattered greens
Bordered my dreams
Of violin strings and
Painted bouquets.
Lonely blues
Spill across stitches
And down threads
And reaches
Tiny feathers
Of me
Harbor sad songs
On ebony keys
Like towering trees,
Creative colors
Blended to black
Clasped together
Like innocent youth.
This quilt is not
Perfectly matched.
It’s lopsided,
No color scheme,
Just hues,
And it
Harbors my soul
And wraps
A rainbow
Around any life
And is a remnant
Of me.
About the Creator
Sherri Glassell
I am an English teacher, artist, and author.



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