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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Tapestry

Like a tapestry
we knit ourselves together
hand over hand
word over word
Even the odd strands that hang
loosely, fraying
Tucked adeptly into the weft
to form texture, pattern
Time is a patient weaver
its cloth strong
beautiful.

submitted for The Mag, Mag152


8 comments:

Brian Miller said...

knitted together...i love that...and what a cool word weft is...love the sentimant in this as well...time is a patient weaver...what a cool line that...

Buddah Moskowitz said...

This is beautiful and wise. thanks!

Kathe W. said...

wonderful weaving of words....simply lovely!

Tess Kincaid said...

Tapestry is such a lovely metaphor...

Margaret said...

The first four lines are perfection. A lovely poem.

Helen said...

Beautiful ........

zongrik said...

and the coats are woven too

turtlememoir said...

...and a magical tapestry you've created here with your well-chosen words... well done