The chords of my heartstrings
Are fraying;
Thread by thread
They are unraveling
As I am traveling
Into the fearful future,
So unknown behind its
Cloudy incense veil consisting of
This present moment;
A curtain of now-ness.
My last resolve
Has evolved itself into
An irrepressible hope
That denies description.
As my last tools of comfort
Are torn from my grasp,
And alas! My flask of Gilead-Balm
Lies empty;
I must turn my attention
To the question at hand,
"How does one re-knit
A tattered sweater?"
Very slowly, unfortunately. Good capture of that uncomfortable frayed feeling we all live with in our insane world, esp this time of year.
ReplyDeleteha sometimes you just start afresh and let yesterdays sweater find a new home or reuse the old thread in new ways...nice capture...
ReplyDeletea beautiful poetic yarn!
ReplyDeleteI like the metaphor...me, I would stitch it back again at the edges or give it away~
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed your reflection ~
Nice to meet you at D'verse~
Perfect imagery of 'now'
ReplyDelete'This present moment;
A curtain of now-ness.'
I enjoyed your verse... and to answer you, a tattered sweater is re-knitted by belonging... and love... in my opinion...
Thanks for sharing... Wish you a happy new year...
Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/12/whisper-no-one-is-there-in-living-haiku.html
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love the title and the idea.
ReplyDeleteHello,
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