The Final Thread
The
Final Thread
A
single thread
Plied
blue and red,
With
wisps of gold and green,
Through
needle’s eye
Is
passed – and I
Watch
what I once had been.
This
thread a soul
It’s
length the whole
Stretch
of a person’s life.
Each
color twined
Is
underlined
As
peace or joy or strife.
First
knot the thread
Upon
the head
Of
this loom’s starting nail,
Then
under weave
And
over leave
A
length and then a tale.
Each
thread is passed
Over
this last
And
final thread of all,
They
touch and glide
Along
beside
Until
away they fall.
This
little thread
Taking
the stead
Of
those who’ve passed before,
Living
“The End”
Where
stories wend
To
close forevermore.
Last
thread alone,
Your
piece is done,
So
far the tale has led.
Dear
striving heart
You’ve
played your part.
We
cut the final thread.
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*shivers* AHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO GOOD!!! The imagery is phenomenal, and the way you used an old tale and gave it another spin is mesmerizing!
ReplyDeleteWay to go; I absolutely adore this poem. :D