deep beneath warp and weft
of inured lifetimes laid to rest
spindrift pool of sorrows
where broken threads
and threadbare lives
disintegrate in mist
waiting, for weaver's
slender fingers, each a shuttle
plaiting rapiers of solace
across a mystic handloom
mending rifts in time
restoring priceless tapestries
[Gratitude to my friend Dan Sandu for allowing me to borrow his wonderful photograph.]
i like how you have drawn a picture in my mind, words are easy and unforced...i like
ReplyDelete"weaver's / slender fingers, each a shuttle" is a vivid image. You've sustained well the sense of "broken threads" and "mending" throughout.
ReplyDeleteWonderful image!
broken threads and threadbare lives ---beautiful the coming and going all in the hands of the weaver...thank you..bkm
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