Short Woven Poems
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Timeless abiding -
Moments of silky threads hold-
Our hearts in one string
Inspired by Raul’s “Sentiments of the heart contest”!
At times the seams unravel
But I know I'm not addle
Someone else pulled the thread
Now I have much to dread
between heaven and earth
there lives you and I
always
co-existing in a woven world
of interconnectedness
tapestries
of
light
in
a whispered
symphony
of existence
at
the crossroads
of reality
to will
a search
of the
fabrics of time
I'd rather have the wings of a lark,
sing the word love woven on the heart;
feel a lover's sweetness
by kissing eager lips...
to ignite true passion from a spark!
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In dawn's pale light when dew drops glisten
on heirloom roses near my garden wall,
memories gently weave themselves in my heart
like a web upon leaves a spider has begun.
For lost love, tears fall in hues of melancholy blue
as sunlight gilds my thoughts of missing you
What is it that causeth then
This urge to sit and raise a pen,
Words that dwell inside our head
Seem better written down than said.
Into a mind from who knows where
A random thought plucked from the air
Brought woven lines beyond mere thought,
From unknown depths, are verses wrought.
In Memories of dead
Many questions arise-
Where does he reside now?
Are we in his sight?
Oh! Where have you gone?
You were once among us ,
And yet alone.
If only I could met you once more,
To ask and understand.
But now , you're within nature,
Everywhere,elsewhere,
And yet, to be found nowhere.
(Tanka Prose)
The anticipation was palpable, as the field filled with anxious onlookers. Locals mixed with those who had traveled from far away to share a moment~
the shadow crept
then it was dark
eclipse
something so small hides
and exposes realities
Grief,
like a woven Thread,
Binds together everything,
A fragile flower,
Its bright petals,
Opening
to meet the sun above,
Blown gently by the breeze.
A Grief,
Stitched with love,
with
hope,
Pulling, Stretching,
Bringing together
broken dreams,
and for a moment
We find
shape
John Roberts
A mother sat and watched her daughter playing
with the other girls, whose parents had also come to watch
the performance. They gathered in clumps, chatting brightly,
awaiting the start. The girls jostled each other,
giggled, and high-fived.
dancing princess
palest pink tutu
exiting stage left
perfect updo spilling
“Batter up!”
Woven cotton web
Woven cotton web
Cradles me from foot to head
Slumber in the sun
Taught beneath the weight
of trials and tribulations
Lacey grey matter
Nature’s framework of
Connected communities
Living in balance
Two fidgety thumbs
Posts, emojis, likes and shares
Entwined social net
Through good times and bad
Bound by love and compassion
Adding new branches
T hin strands of DNA entwine to form the core of me.
A work in progress blooming on the loom of life.
P ain and plenty leave colored cords rough or soft.
E ndless moments of love and confusion shuttle
S eamlessly within the makers metaphoric hands
T umbling in a tumult of multi-colored tufts
R aised and sheltering is the garment of my life
Y outh an oft sought memory rushed to the calm of age.
As a part of life,
there are things
You may learn to accept without understanding,
and understand without accepting.
They exist, woven into the fabric of life.
You made peace with their presence,
whether through acceptance or comprehension.
But not through conviction.
For conviction demands both:
acceptances and to understanding,
not as a compromise,
but as absolutes.
The fabric of love woven,
And wrapped ...
Torn to shreds.
Thread by thread emotions;
Spill words tumble cascade,
- in my breathless orgasmic;
Grasping ...
The essence wrenched out of beauty ...
- it's substance rendered futile,
Unwillingly reconstructed,
Reworked unrecognisable.
Crevass screaming ...
Companion to loss ...
Hope, burning,
Burnt, burned.
Ashes scattered smudge grey;
Rainbow's departure.
I hug secrets
and dusty thoughts
fading
falling into silence
becoming invisible
My mind is a mirage of drifting images. Faces that I love but have forgotten.
A pretty cottage by a flowing river when I was a child. A woman is planting flowers in a huge flower garden. Mother is that you? I look at my withered
hands whispering, I am ready God. There is a peaceful silence in invisible.
Buoyant orange flames leap like a leopard stalking the sun. Posthumously, the mountain of smoke and ash collapsing on itself, selfishly stomping out joy, but for the Aurora Borealis, the joykill of skullduggery. Her light like song notes, tra-la-la-ing. Her beauty, unscrupulous, to the roaring volcanic beast.
northern lights
emeralds and pinks
disclosing
phantasm peaks
valleys of despair
I walk the last mile. I don’t know when the destined call
will come to go to God’s heavenly realm. As my eyes close
every night, I dedicate my devout flowers and my dedicated
twilight hours to Him. When I wake up, I thank Him for the
gracious gift of another new sunny day…
the dark path in light
fixed destination ordained
obscure last abode
contoured divine bay of bliss
disappeared footprints behind
Sweet and endearing
the supple honey of life's essence-
is found the soul,
of my beloved's embrace
existence
laden in longing distress-
there's no mystery of our passion
if I must say
fully- I savor the warmth
of a woven scribe,
love within each sentiment
of devotion
before the gazing eyes
of a burning sconce
that I might hold dear
these words-
I love you
and no other shall I love.
Alfredo Gonzales
11/3/2024
A teacher had students place flower seeds in the cracks of a sidewalk between its alternating lines along the sidewalk’s edge closest to the curb. I don’t know if the students returned to water those seeds, but something amazing happened. I saw a picture of the result and wondered if it was faux photography . . .
no longer hidden
along the sidewalk’s edge
the seeds had blossomed
into lovely flowers
all in a perfect row
Woven in Wax and Heart
A flickering wick in the velvet dark,
I chase the light, a tiny spark.
Through golden fields and frozen rain,
To find the peace and hope.
I offer up a candles glow,
To unlock stories from long ago.
From wax and flame, a gift is spun
A woven cape like the rising sun.
But cloth and colour are only part,
I give a gift from my heart.
For every spirit, a friend Marcus found new,
Dressed in the light you share with me.
To actually have an address on the moon.
No ordering Take-Away from ground control.
Tubes of food and drink, to be stocked.
Living on the moon will be thanks to those first astronauts.
their mission was soon
it was to land on the moon
came more to explore
could we build a colony
where we could all survive there
My world is getting smaller, like a net encircling its prey, drawing in closer and closer until there is no escape, and I am so worn-out from the struggle I barely try. Dusk is here. Soon, with whispers from unseen realms, the darkness will arrive and suffocate the lyrical lullaby of my actuality ...
whispers speak in tongues
only darkness understands
I am captured now
between the light of a song
and the shadow of a word
The entry of Divine words must be first,
because they always have the deepest meanings,
And they are able to quench our deepest thirst,
In spite of all our ailments and other misgivings
Many a time I heard it said, "Timing is everything",
And what better time than now to listen and give heed.
Today is cloudy, but we know not what tomorrow brings.
And we must remember, God made the roses from little seeds
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