simone.

Words:
-cliff, voice, whir, needle, blackberry, clouds, mother, lick
-include proverb

I am standing
on a cliff
somewhere above the clouds
and the wind,
like the voice of my mother
whirs
and I see her as it
through the eye
of a needle
telling me, softly,
that this, too, shall pass away.

Re-write poem using different style:

I didn’t listen
I obsessed
and when my mother told me
that this, too, shall pass away
I saw the world,
standing on the tip of a needle
stuck
standing
on the tip of a needle
waiting for her to begin
sewing.