Thread and Poetry

I reach deep into my soul words form like a spool of thread I lace the needle of thought and sew you a beautiful literary creation. Sometimes there are rivets in the patterns imperfect chained connections but somehow, they come together and meet at the same ends. It does not have to be correct really, just meshing like pieces of unmatched cloth like your grandma’s favorite quilt so many memories... when I decide my creation is finished, I tighten the ends, pulling it snuggly together I gently roll my threads up to put away and save those precious strings for another day.