You never know
from row to row
when the loom is set
for random weft.
The thrill of gliding
the shuttle rarely idling
seeing the intersections
as the beater changed sections.
It takes patience and pulse
for final results
hope is alive for beauty
that comes with such duty.
At the end of the rows
when at last threads are closed
and the fringe is displayed
one is rarely dismayed.
Such are life’s intersections
from various directions
the results as we tarry
may not be intentions.
The fabric of life
is, as it is, blended
bringing color and light
to be naturally vivid.
…..
This is my response to the Six Sentence Story Prompt “Fabric.”
Thank you to Denise for challenging us each week!
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cool … i love poetry. good job.
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Wow. Superb! It is always superior when you can say it in poetry and create clear visuals. It makes me want to take up weaving.
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Weaving is fun if someone else sets up the loom 🙂 That’s a skill all by itself and we were spoiled. I give weaving credit for helping me when mom was dying of cancer.
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Nice one, Lisa. You must have a lot of patience to enjoy weaving so much.
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Lisa, I love this piece, from the metaphor to the layers of the poem. Keep writing.
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Wow, Lisa! Intricately, woven piece 🙂
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Random weft!
I enjoyed this thread of poetry!
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Random weft!
I enjoyed this thread of poetry!
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Indeed it does take patience and pulse for the fabric of life to become blended. Nicely done.
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Well done!
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