617 and Dashes

617.

Don't put up my Thread and Needle --

I'll begin to Sew

When the Birds begin to whistle --

Better Stitches -- so --

These were bent -- my sight got crooked --

When my mind -- is plain

I'll do seams -- a Queen's endeavor

Would not blush to own --

Hems -- too fine for Lady's tracing

To the sightless Knot --

Tucks -- of dainty interspersion --

Like a dotted Dot --

Leave my Needle in the furrow --

Where I put it down --

I can make the zigzag stitches

Straight -- when I am strong --

Till then -- dreaming I am sewing

Fetch the seam I missed --

Closer -- so I -- at my sleeping --

Still surmise I stitch --

Emily Dickinson

Dashes—
In honor of Emily Dickenson—who knew their value

Dashes are powerful—

Not trifling.

Meaning extended beyond words—

A continuance of thought—

Only compare

Happiness.

with

Happiness—

One is complete with boundaries…concise ending… limitations

The other begins, grows in mind, and continues ad infinitum

changing, revolving.

Living.

Dashes are masterful—

Not amateur.

Must be precisely placed—

A sculptor chiseling a face—

Daring to take plunges into unknown…inhale excitement…search

Emotions too gossamer for words

too fathomless for

Words.

----Anne C. Bryan

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