Maze
I've been tracing the starry sky with little dots,
my fingers dancing in diverging paths of knots,
I long for a curl leading to a slumber in blues,
through these sinuous rivers my thoughts cruise.
A garden of warmth, my woolen scarf I nuzzle,
my nose itches against the embroidered puzzle,
I remember mother's fingers turning with devotion,
beautiful threads twisting on the scarf in motion.
"How do you identify the threads in that maze?"
I would often ask following the needle in daze.
"Oh you just need to hold on to a single strand,
and knit or loosen it retracing the color band."
How will I ever escape my fears if I am lost?
I realize this question in my mind hadn't crossed,
her answer echoes my hopes trapped in dim rooms,
to extinguish agony I need to plunge into fumes.
Holding colored love, labyrinths of threads I face,
her ethereal touch in my scarf, my fingers trace,
through whispering lullabies in stars I sprawl,
led to an ocean of light beyond that fearful wall.
June 25, 2020
Maze - 10 Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance(A Dear Heart)
~Winner: 1st Place
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