the white cotton chain
grows thick and fine
blooming timid flowers
and molding round lips
in the shapes of droplets
with every crumple and quirk
this opulent pattern
can prompt only delight
as it collects grime from the terrain we plod on
grazes our chests day by day
ties up our coils and curls in demure coiffures
defining us as divine
through its eager touch
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Author:
kay (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this poem is supposed to be about lace!! sorry if that wasn't super clear
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A very fashionable piece, silk never goes out, I absolutely love your first stanza, a wonderful poem. Welcome to MPS 🌹
Appreciate the author's note to clarify but without the clarification it seemed metaphoric just the same. A most beautiful description well done
I saw the tree of the cross. And the human fabric of the heart (in French or Russian, "tissue" and "fabric" are the same word). And Jesus washing the feet of his disciples. With the white cotton or linen on his belt. Girded.
When Jesus, He opened the eyes of blind Bartimaeus. Bartimaeus first said that he saw passersby as trees. It is interpreted that he first received the inner vision of Adam, guardian of the garden, and of his brothers and sisters.
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The threads in the fabric are also in the shape of a cross. Some saints interpret the horizontal threads as emotions, and the vertical ones as principles. Moreover, in your text you mention that it touches the heart area. And the hair-thoughts also evoke the image of Sister Mary of Lazarus, who wiped Jesus' feet. Woman - soul. Feet are also a symbol of the Gospel. According to the psalm of David, "How beautiful are the feet that come with peace with the Father."
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Furthermore, Jesus used earth to anoint the eyes of this blind man. He anointed him twice. And to the other blind man, He said, "Go and wash your eyes in the basin called 'Sent'." This rhymes in imagery and meaning, according to "the language of the Lamb."
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