Quilting the Poems

Sad moments of life

Rolled in the cotton like a baby rolled in the blanket,
I keep them hidden-- in the deep crevices of the heart,
in the concealed caves of my mind.
Safe from any kind of siege or robbery,
they stay there... frozen in time forever,
their grave a silent one, without any markers to forge the way.
They fertilize the soil of new dreams,
manuring my world with their blood and lessons
silent sentinel of my future,
the lost moments of life.

Some have been there for so long
that wildflowers and daisies dance around them,
of the new friendships, of new romances,
of new steps, of new chances.
One is graced by the presence of the tree now,
shading every decision near it with deep shade of past.

But some of them are still the dusty tombs,
plagued by the sandstorm of pain every now or then,
visited many times-- during day and dreams.
The ghosts of the moments passed
dead sad moments,
but not at rest yet.
With the jagged borders, keeling noise of sobs and pleas,
trying to come to life,
luring the present to recreate them

All together landscaping my heart,
shaping, cutting, making, breaking, joining, chiseling
me!


Written for Week 1 of "Game of Thrones" 
28 lines, 198 words.