Yarn

by July 24, 2017 0 comments

Spinning
Flocculant wool,
Weaving a gravid
Thought.

A blunt tip,
Blindly forged
Into a furnace
Of a brain
To sharp.

Spinning
A sharpener
To pencil a thread of
Wired inkblot
Brood.

Twisting
Yarns the knot,
Giving shape to
A textile she
Brought.

Reading
Undulating
Beats of a heart
In a line of yarns
How I got
Lost.

editors note:

From yarn to yarn; words woven into a tale. – mh clay

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