The fabric is vast and textured.
Its thread, vibrant with color, is uneven,
knotted and frayed as though the loom
of its weaving is made of soft rubber that gives.
Its origin is unknown. One who looks
will find a side, an angle or a point yet its
ongoing narrative connects only to more fabric.
Its surface is filled with holes — naked, dressed,
gaping, patched up, sewn in — each occurrence
a question of trust that the fabric won’t tear.
The fabric is vast and textured. I am woven
in its fragile thread and no amount of
push and pull will release my place in it.
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I thought about adding a little prose to accompany the above words but instead, I stumbled on this, which pretty much sums it up:
Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect. ~ Chief Seattle
for dVerse Poets Pub
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Beautiful, Belinda! Especially love the “…no amount of push and pull” line. Thanks for the Tuesday kick-start—goes well with my coffee!
this is so true..we are not disconnected but continually influence each other if we want or not…for good or bad..love the chief seattle quote and you beautifully took the idea and wove it so masterfully into your poem..loved it
ah absolutley love this…i think we all have those patches in our fabric that make us…they only add to the story…the uneven knots as well…and does not detract from the beauty…
Beautiful language and imagery in this poem. The analogy of being a thread, as a fabric or on a loom is an excellent metaphor–I’m thinking of the Norns, too, who spin the threads and weave the web of each individual’s fate. If I had to pick a favorite part of this it would be the third stanza.
Belinda, I love this. It’s gorgeous with a great message as well.
Love the quote too.
Perfect imagery for the roles we play. And we are but one thread running through it.
With time we each do weave our own in our own way, great verse, wonderful read.
…all things are connected – how true and an amazing piece.
Good day.
~kelvin
As my favorite thought… cosmic fabric… and we are all but just a thread being woven into being what the universe is … Liked it.
Thanks for sharing..
Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-tears-in-rain.html
Quite the weaver. I love the color and texture worked into this.
Beautiful poem, perfect quote and excellent reminder. Thanks:~)
Fragments of many poems filled my mind while reading this – the tapestry of life. I love your quote as these days we tend to believe we are the tapestry but indeed “the people” are but one thread among Earth’s life; and Earth is but one motif in the cosmos possibly a very tiny one. Beautiful and thought provoking! Excellent.
Love the overarching imagery of how our individual threads weave to form a whole world.
Vast and textured, indeed. I have never understood the apostles of “rugged individualism,” because it seems so obvious, especially in a city, that we are all dependent upon one another. We all have a place to fill, a role to play in the overall pattern.
Thanks for the evocative read!
Really like the colour and imagery in this poem.
Great work.