The loom I once wove,
Was an imagery I drove,
It was never meant to be sealed,
I took charge and felt reeled,
This thread woven was misguided,
But now it had abided,
What was felt was the past,
A chapter that never meant to last,
Sometimes when you tug it too hard,
You pull out the wrong cards,
Sometimes it tangles,
But it wasn't supposed to dangle,
It was stitched to a lesson,
Not a different kind of maven,
I searched for heaven in his smile,
But it was just a moment's trial.
Tis time I big goodbye,
With a found understanding frogeyed,
I whisper "thank you" for this loom,
A kin the next blume.
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Author:
Cirawrites01 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This Poem was inspired by MSA from the story "Threads of Fate" but I am closing the chapters, you'd know if you kept up with some of my love poems.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
I like the read, life is like a thousand threads and they can get messy, but they end up making the bigger picture, nicely written and expressed
Yes, and all those threads play an important role in your life once woven into the loom and undoing it. Thanks so much for reading
You are very welcome
I love the metaphor that is reminiscent of Greek mythology and Moirai that spun the threads of fate. Very nicely written
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