Debra Squyres Poet Free verse

Tapestry Tales

Her senses melded with the tapestry,
coming alive, 
as if the images woven 
stripped her spirit bare.
Each image bearing the tale
of the ancients;
Forbearers of a forgotten world
stitched in new world colors.

Interwoven remembered glory
mingling with horrors, gory.
Interlaced, now, in a threaded story
merging the old, 
with those of the new,
as if each needle threaded 
pricked her living soul.

© Debra Squyres
    02-01-15

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Robert Johnson February 1, 2015 at 8:29 PM A labor of love with heart and soul. A needle and pen sharing torment and toll. Imagined and real are the stories depicted. Another gem from you, I could have predicted. Thank you Debra for all your wonderful visits and comments to my poems today. I can't begin to tell you how much I appreciate your kind words. Peace. :)

Connie Marcum Wong February 1, 2015 at 4:47 PM Wow Debra, this poem is quite wonderful. I am fav'ing it. It is as if you are able to merge past and present intertwinning time. Outstanding! 7+ from me!

Nette Onclaud February 1, 2015 at 12:27 PM I like how you put the elements of the theme together... and the words take me into a land of imagery-laden tales, debra.. ohh so fine!.. huggs