The Fabric

by Belinda Munoz on November 8, 2011

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.


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


{ 15 comments… read them below or add one }

1 Anisi from Santa Fe November 8, 2011 at 8:53 am

Beautiful, Belinda! Especially love the “…no amount of push and pull” line. Thanks for the Tuesday kick-start—goes well with my coffee!


2 Claudia November 8, 2011 at 11:09 am

this is so true..we are not disconnected but continually influence each other if we want or not…for good or the chief seattle quote and you beautifully took the idea and wove it so masterfully into your poem..loved it


3 brian miller November 8, 2011 at 11:59 am

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…


4 hedgewitch November 8, 2011 at 1:01 pm

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.


5 ayala November 8, 2011 at 1:32 pm

Belinda, I love this. It’s gorgeous with a great message as well.
Love the quote too.


6 Cathy November 8, 2011 at 2:20 pm

Perfect imagery for the roles we play. And we are but one thread running through it.


7 Pat Hatt November 8, 2011 at 3:17 pm

With time we each do weave our own in our own way, great verse, wonderful read.


8 Window lad November 8, 2011 at 9:31 pm

…all things are connected – how true and an amazing piece.

Good day.



9 Shashi November 9, 2011 at 12:27 am

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..

ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya


10 Yousei Hime November 9, 2011 at 5:26 am

Quite the weaver. I love the color and texture worked into this.


11 Sara November 9, 2011 at 11:51 am

Beautiful poem, perfect quote and excellent reminder. Thanks:~)


12 Gay November 9, 2011 at 2:22 pm

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.


13 Rudri Bhatt Patel @ Being Rudri November 9, 2011 at 5:26 pm

Love the overarching imagery of how our individual threads weave to form a whole world.


14 Charles Elliott/Beautyseer November 9, 2011 at 8:40 pm

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!


15 skyraftwanderer November 14, 2011 at 9:28 am

Really like the colour and imagery in this poem.

Great work.


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