Hour 17: Threads

I weave
day in, day out
whatever comes to mind
I weave
with help of morning dew threads
light as snow above
sturdy as boulders below
threads are good
threads understand
I only create
the rest is up to them
if they stitch, heal or ensnare
what’s that to me
when I just weave?

3 thoughts on “Hour 17: Threads

  1. I like your poems with short lines, they have good impact from your word choice and line breaks. This poem leaves the reader with much bigger questions at the end than its understated opening might suggest. I really do like what you’ve done here!

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