There's something about poetry that saves me… ~ Martin Espada
The life a skein of yarn... what a perfect metaphor.. and what should we do of not making the perfect sweater.. hope it is never tangled.
This is great and scary. Where does the time go?
Excellent image! You nailed it.
Hey Mary--wonderful and creative image--calling up the threads of fate and all the very tangles and snips and yarns we spin. Thanks for playing along with the prompt and for cool poem. k.
Tangled at my feet - you described time's paradox with a lovely metaphor ~
Yeah. Me, too.
I'm sorry, we're out of time....
Of meAnd I kick the tangles Of my lifeAs if to exposeThose moments that definedMeAnd placed me inTimeHad I been serious in my intentI would step to the sideSo as to findThe start of thingsThen pick it upTo bringIt closer for inspectionKnit it into a patternFor all to seeAt least that little stretchOf meChris
It sure flies on by
time does wrap around the fiber of our being..
a fantastic metaphor...
........................and it rolls by..............................
We keep stitching and unraveling don't we?
Once you pull on the end, it all falls apart, too. But that just gives us a chance to do it over, I suppose. Nicely conceived and executed, Mary, even without the fruit flies. ;_)
Love it !
You've written about such a universal experience in such a gorgeous way...the imagery is stunning!
I really like this ~