... 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:
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.
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