With strands of yesterday, selected colors weave a new garment
Short and long threads of the past are interlaced into today's robe
Some in tweed of varying colors, twill, satin with plaid and paisley patterns
Threads of broken dreams woven from fragments of stretched memories, form a cloak for the eye
Reality tied in knots hidden on the back side of today's rough cloth
Here irritation is felt but not seen, the itch of memory's wool hidden
Occasionally noticed in scratches and under breath mutters
From scraps a suit of the past is formed
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Online) - Published: August 1st, 2026 02:42
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Good write my friend, I have an allergy to wool almost made me scratch
Thanks so much for the read my friend it is most appreciated
A beautiful and thought-provoking poem. The weaving metaphor vividly captures how our past becomes part of who we are today. I was especially struck by the image of the hidden knots and the "itch of memory's wool," a powerful reminder that unresolved experiences continue to shape us in quiet, often unseen ways. The closing line leaves a lasting impression, suggesting that we all wear a garment woven from the fragments of our past, whether we realize it or not.
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