The universe conspires...
nature weaves wefts
poetry recreates
the seasons of beauty
Categories:
wefts, allegory, allusion, analogy, appreciation,
Form: Light Verse
Jails we weave in hues of red rust
All our yarns are strong and just
Croons of threads sing on a
Quilt, "A song of trust!"
Urged the wefts,'we
Are like Silk,
Roped for
dust!
8th October 2015
Jacquard: a fabric made on a loom fitted with a jacquard, with an intricate variegated pattern
Weft: In weaving, the weft is the term for the thread or yarn which is drawn through the warp yarns to create cloth. Warp is the lengthwise or longitudinal thread in a roll, while weft is the transverse thread.
Categories:
wefts, symbolism,
Form: Acrostic
BROKEN IVORY, THE BEATEN ELEPHANT
Gracia El Mundo
Of our breaths revival
That got stuck in strange jaws this while
Now it's a song, broken ivory, beaten elephant
Yesterday He was an Elephant- King
Giant legs to stand on
Big ears for all secrets
Big trunk to reach for food
I am a country on a verge
The walls of my edge near collapse
The wefts of my cloth easing
The warps of it's thread easing
A fabric of colour waning
A rag in wait of the remnants
That's a frailing nation
Coveted by hungry mouths
In marry from quenched courtships
France at it once again
Playing the fiddle
Dancing the Belle Mon' Ami
What a country
Whats it's people
Innocent to their fate
One been greedy for the thirst
One been bathed in the light
So been played like African dolls.
Categories:
wefts, political
Form: Blank verse
Wafts, wefts of hopes, tangled
in life’s ribbons, all are clichés,
first date kisses; cowardly stolen,
diluted to colourless yarn.
Into myself;
Lawn of memories, dandelion bloom littered
insolently demanding attention.
Coat of bravado,
threadbare and excuses bleached;
yet comfortable.
No need to tie complimentary bows
to slip-on friends,
who are but existences hollow echoes.
They are broken bottles, discarded,
empty of substance.
I plagiarize hearts sorrow,
stitch it to coat-sleeve bravado.
Promises weaved into romances web,
until lies are love-bite branded.
My life; esoteric,
fashioned from second-hand words
lip-read from B-movies.
I look into my heart,
Hear emptiness echo
and can only marvel at how
loud my voice seems.
Categories:
wefts, introspection, life, social,
Form: Free verse