Woven into every thought
a golden thread in deep blue sea
the waft on which her poems are caught
will form a living tapestry
and into every single day,
this loom upon which wafts are wound,
in green she'll choose to make her way
on shuttles wrapped with seaweed found
like specks of color on an ocean
barges pass in shipping lane
and this is where I get the notion
contrast thrives in worlds mundane
streams of light, not white nor yellow
radiant warmth throughout the room
through every season, this old fellow
present, steady, lights the loom.
Beauty makes a sudden turn
for what's to come, could never guess
when trouble takes the finest yarn
and twists it into tangled mess
with barren shuttle, words are lean
"and hardly can I say!", she'll moan
with eyes upon the battle scene
"this tapestry is not my own!"
and into blackness of the night
a the sunlit moon with silvery shroud
will ease across the sky tonight
illuminating every cloud
and even as the stars like lint
reveal their light in darkened hours
the quiet moments also glint
a single word, enormous powers.
as shuttles glide, a poem evolves
and words begin to take their place
in colors as the earth revolves
this tapestry is bathed in grace.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC
Woven into every thought
a golden thread in deep blue sea
the waft on which her poems are caught
will form a living tapestry
and into every single day,
this loom upon which wafts are wound,
in green she'll choose to make her way
on shuttles wrapped with seaweed found
like specks of color on an ocean
barges pass in shipping lane
and this is where I get the notion
contrast thrives in worlds mundane
streams of light, not white nor yellow
radiant warmth throughout the room
through every season, this old fellow
present, steady, lights the loom.
Beauty makes a sudden turn
for what's to come, could never guess
when trouble takes the finest yarn
and twists it into tangled mess
with barren shuttle, words are lean
"and hardly can I say!", she'll moan
with eyes upon the battle scene
"this tapestry is not my own!"
and into blackness of the night
a the sunlit moon with silvery shroud
will ease across the sky tonight
illuminating every cloud
and even as the stars like lint
reveal their light in darkened hours
the quiet moments also glint
a single word, enormous powers.
as shuttles glide, a poem evolves
and words begin to take their place
in colors as the earth revolves
this tapestry is bathed in grace.
