For Toads Challenge: Recalled To Life
Soul Woven Word Thread
Mother used to mend socks,
weaving new thread back and forth
across hole in worn fabric.
Wish it were that easy to mend
broken threads in connections
between past and present.
Or, breach between people who
used to be friends, soul mates that
can no longer quite reach one another.
What kind of string would be needed
to patch a soul abused, worn so thin
that wind whistles through it?
Am not my mother, nor Penelope,
with her on again off again tapestry.
Woven each day, unraveled each night.
Only simple poet. Weaver of words
that seldom get heard, sometimes
are not even spoken.
Yet words, woven with hope, might connect
present to future, reattach friend to friend,
might even mend hole, to stop chilling wind
which blows through a soul once broken.
Elizabeth Crawford 2/25/11
Process Notes: This is the nth version of an old poem. While trying to meet the current challenge, found myself writing familiar words, echoes of images used in the past. Went looking and found several past pieces that somehow culminated in this one. At least two of those versions are actually here in the archives on this site. This one was taken from the manuscript I put together for the PAD Challenge in November, for Poetic Asides. However, it too has undergone a bit of tweaking. This piece might better be titled The Poet’s Spiral, lol.