Button : a Mundane Sensory Poem
Buttons
what are buttons?
So lifeless.
They sit looping our lives together.
Buttons are small
and unimportant,
but sometimes
we need them
during our tangled hours.
Buttons roll around the nation
seeing sights,
astounding
but also forgotten points in life.
Even seeing those vista’s,
the most important sight
happens at night.
When the button jumps
and clamps
its slick,
glossy round edge,
to the loop
who sits alone.
Waiting for someone
to join them.
2014©isadora
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Inside the Mind of Isadora 
August 12, 2014 at 4:21 pm
Great image and vibrant verse. Full of colour and texture.
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August 12, 2014 at 4:31 pm
Buttons – so inconsequential – yet, necessary.
Thanks … glad you enjoyed. Welcome to my blog.
It’s a pleasure to have you visit and leave your very nice comment.😊
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July 23, 2014 at 5:17 pm
Ah, buttons carry so many memories-great!
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July 23, 2014 at 7:31 pm
Buttons seem to be an item that many, many children played with on grandparent visits.
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July 17, 2014 at 7:57 pm
Buttons bring such good feelings….memories of sorting at my grandma’s and in my mom’s big can. ♡
I wanted to invite you to my new space..but I need an email to send an invitation. If you are interested send me a note ♡ Would love to he you stop by. It was inspired by my book and the thought to create a little more quiet space. ♡ Laurie
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July 18, 2014 at 5:00 pm
I used to do the same thing when I was growing – play with my grandmothers button box. There were so many and lot sod shapes and textures. 😊
Thanks for the invite. I appreciate your thinking of me. Blessings to you, Laurie. 😊
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July 19, 2014 at 12:20 am
♡
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July 16, 2014 at 10:23 pm
I love to handle old smooth buttons in a tin. I wish I knew what happened to my mother’s buttons. So rarely do I sew a button anymore.
Love your poetry, too.
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July 17, 2014 at 1:54 pm
My 2 jars of buttins are in my laundry room waiting to be made into something.
I don’t sew anymore but I can’t part with them. Who knows … one day they may
be extinct. Well, that’s s carey thought. lol thanks, Ruth for your visit and thoughts.
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July 16, 2014 at 3:08 pm
As a person who loves to sew, I have a love affair with buttons. I also love this poem. Buttons hold things together and shield us. They decorate us, too. They are magic little things. 🙂
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July 17, 2014 at 1:40 pm
hahaha … just a playful mind at play. Buttons don’t seem to be an important
part of garments now-a-days. I always look at the buttons before I buy a blouse.
I think it add to the design. I guess it’s the artist in me. I’ll keep my 2 button jars
as I think they will be even more special in the future.
Have you made any quilts lately??? How about some show and tell with one in the
future? ❤ hugs ❤
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July 17, 2014 at 8:08 pm
Look for my post on Friday! I also made a big bed quilt for me. I need to show that one off. Good idea, Izzy! 🙂
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July 18, 2014 at 9:27 am
It sounds like a big project. I’m looking forward to the Friday post. 😘
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July 16, 2014 at 10:00 am
“…the most important
sight happens at night.
When the button jumps…”
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July 17, 2014 at 1:52 pm
~~~~ : – ) A lost button on a fluffy rug could be lost forever.
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July 16, 2014 at 9:09 am
Lovely poem, Issy. My button tin is going with me to Florida. I can’t bear to part with it. 🙂
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July 17, 2014 at 1:45 pm
Don’t dare leave them behind … no … you will wonder why you did.
I think some things, even something as mundane as a button, has
a connection to us. AND … you never know, you may replace the buttons
on a blouse that doesn’t have pretty ones on it. : )
Hope you are taking your move week. It’s always a difficult thing – moving.
Blessings to you and your hubby on your new journey. Peace
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July 17, 2014 at 2:02 pm
Thanks, Issy. My button tin is one my mom had since 1953. I couldn’t possibly part with it. http://adinparadise.wordpress.com/2013/07/11/weekly-photo-challenge-nostalgic/
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July 16, 2014 at 6:18 am
Where would we be without them?
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July 16, 2014 at 10:25 am
Yes, indeed. 😘
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July 17, 2014 at 2:05 pm
We’d be undone, Gilly. 😀
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July 17, 2014 at 2:23 pm
LOL
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July 16, 2014 at 12:28 am
Interesting! I never thought of my buttons that way before! 😉 Your button collection looks a lot like what I’ve got stored in an old jar! 😀
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July 16, 2014 at 10:29 am
Buttons used to make a blouse or a jacket special. Now, we hardly pay attention to them when selecting a garment to purchase. It must be because we don’t make our clothing as we did years ago. The buttons were always as important as the fabric we selected. I have all these buttons and no use for them.
Why do I keep them??? 😃
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July 16, 2014 at 8:32 pm
Because we like them! Or because we can make something crafty with them! Or because we might be able to exchange some boring buttons for some pretty ones! Or…… 😀
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July 17, 2014 at 1:32 pm
LOL … I like your thought on them. I will keep them and, maybe, from time to time take them out and play. : )
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July 15, 2014 at 11:03 pm
I enjoyed that – what a profound musing on the mundane. 🙂
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July 17, 2014 at 1:47 pm
Thank you Suzanne. I have a curiousity about things that, at times, brings me to a
simple mundane place. : )
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July 19, 2014 at 1:42 am
🙂
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July 15, 2014 at 10:17 pm
Greetings from sunny Warsaw. Feel free to watch the new collection of photos in the album ‘Roses’
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July 16, 2014 at 11:13 am
Thanks for stopping by Marko. It’s always a pleasure to see you here. 😊
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July 15, 2014 at 9:25 pm
Lovely tribute, Isadora, to these lonely bits which only wish to connect! 🙂
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July 17, 2014 at 1:51 pm
….. as we all wish to connect to something or someone in life.
They were a few thoughts that came to mind when I came across
my 2 jars of buttons. I will keep them as they are pretty and
in the future may be a thing of the past. Can you imagine that?
I can’t but one never knows. ~~~~~ : – )
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