Creatio
I chop my life up into bits, incongruous and varied:
struggles, victories, tragic loves, the day that I got married.
Clashes create beauty as pains mix up with cheers,
making a lovely pattern as each new piece appears.
In stories as in patchwork quilts, all bits are not roses.
Part of the beauty comes from the pain that it exposes.
We put our art together, fragment after patch
and no pattern emerges if all the pieces match.
A convenient truth of works of art as well as that of life:
beauty’s found in perfection, but also found in strife.
Sweet berries come with brambles and each rose has its thorn.
Both great passion and great pain predate the time we’re born.
Perhaps pain is the awful price that we have to pay
to experience the pleasure of when it goes away.
So with the ugly fabric that finds a place to fit
when contrasting beauty is stitched in next to it.
Life is a lovely story, but not all of it is writ.
Why were we created if not to add to it?
In taking all the pieces we’re provided with,
We take part in creation by adding to the myth.
The What’s Going On prompt is Creation
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Nice poem Life is indeed dark and light You can’t have one without the other I love the line ‘no pattern emerges if all the pieces match’ and “We take part in creation by adding to the myth.’
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Thanks, Marja. I think we are all ready for more light so we need to try to create it, one by one.
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“In stories as in patchwork quilts, all bits are not roses.”
I enjoyed the idea of the quilting and piecing as they ran through this poem. It’s one thing to “chop life up,” but how it’s put together makes all the difference. Let’s hear it for contrasts and patterns! I like the collage, too.
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Thanks, “Someone.” Coincidentally, just today I took a glorious quilt a fr lifeiend made over 30 years ago and put it on my bed. This was before posting this poem..At any rate, it added a richness to my life and I’ve been loving it. I’ll post a photo..
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Beautiful poem Judy.
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