Monday, February 17, 2014

Mending Unraveled Threads



... a poem about the times when we struggle to see things clearly ... Like the moments when it can feel like the mind can become a twisted and tangled mess ...Everybody has turbulent Monday's now and then ... Just some more often than others ...

Mending Unraveled Threads


From time to time the thoughts get so twisted
Lost in vague and muddled silent reverie
If only the silenced words could be spoken clearly
An untangled and redrawn picture
Seen in a new light’s shining glow

The silk threads spun get knotted and tousled
Where the web is blindly woven out of sight
Interlaced within the shadow’s darkness
Ensnarled loose skeins get harder to unravel
When the tangled mess is known by heart

When the trailing vines of the vineyard get twisted
Entwined in the forgotten moments of a time passed
The grapes of wrath craft a bitter sweet vintage
Gone astray within the jumbled maze unfurling
The crawling vines reaching for the radiant sunlight

A journey’s tapestry montage becomes unraveled
Tugging too hard at the past’s hanging strand
Unraveling and exposing every last stitch of thread
As the collage of snippets from the past
Comes unglued

Can you imagine looking up at the enlightening moment
As the mosaic of glistening stars
Assembled the enchanting sky ?
For that instant the universe seemed like crystal clear perfection
Far beyond the mystic illumination of the midnight sun

Do you remember you once held me tight as I trembled ?
You can’t see where you’re going in the pouring rain
You knew for an instant I was lost deep within my being
Until hope parted the clouds
Letting love’s light shine right on through ...


© 2013 Harlon Rivers  … All Rights Reserved

1 comment:

g-clair said...

Yes this one was for me today, I felt as if I had washed up, exhausted and teeth chattering in the cold, after being thrown from a raft and caught up in rapids. Grace is sufficient, carrying me downstream deposited on the river bank of smooth stone. Not alone. Other's are there in various stages of drying and recovery. It's good to have a blanket of comfort thrown over and a cup of warm tea. Loved this poem.