poetry

Weaving 101 Intersections of Life

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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!