What secrets wait to be unlocked,
Within your woven depths?
Between light colored strings and bands of fading night,
Creation lies in wait.
From silent corners of the mind and with fingers poised to roll,
A single thread unwinds with thoughts and genesis begins.
As a seed now sprouted,
Only time will tell its end.
As with all potential it waits beyond comfortable, out in unknown territory,
Only explored when one simply begins.
Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.
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Wow, so beautifully penned and absolutely fascinating. Very engaging imagery woven throughout your words. What an excellent piece. I enjoyed reading it.
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Thank you! It was fun to write! My wife knits up a storm all the time and she had these skains of yarn out waiting for her next project. So I stacked them up and snapped a picture while this poem formulated itself.
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Really a great post, My Friend!! 😊✨✨
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Yes…I love the word woven and how you wove the idea between the words…nice!
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