Safety in another's arms [Day 18]
Safety in another's arms
orginal poetry.
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It all depends upon a warm sweater
Of any color to suit your preference.
Take one of mine to feel my presence &
Call it your own, keep it, until it's tattered
And the seams come apart,
As the heart's dreams do.
One of these days I'll dissolve into smoke.
You'll only see me honed onto our tapestry,
Gliding along the threads backwards
To our beginning through memory's haze.
Those moments, perhaps, did not occur—
Save in some other world, sweaterless,
Where covering is unneeded.
Where weather is ever-temperate
And the wisdom of the elders,
Ever-heeded, fosters affection
That does not fade.
There, in the steadfast arms
Of another—
We remain safe.
Written by
@d-pend
3/24/18
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Photos by
.1 — "Red sweater" by AlterEgoPhotography
2 — "The sweater that lied" by LeOxymoranist
3 — "Sweater" by Altopix
This was touching @d-pend. It's cool that you can move in and out of different styles. This one is simple and direct. I come to remember my mother's sweater. There were deep pockets and hidden treasures of a sewing thimble and some buttons and adds and ends. The sweater was so big to my like a mountain tapestry woven in soft wool. But soon I was larger than the sweater. I was "wise" in my own way, but I never did out grow her.
To me the ending of this poem is a Jedi spirit counsel meeting.
Hosana,
@mineopoly
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O, Daniel, I really like this direct, unadorned style. Simply sweet stuff:
Hah, now, I see prydefoltz singled out same lines. Having reread your piece, more than twice, I snag somewhat on honed onto our tapestry and wonder also if piece flows better without "thereby" which seems foreign to it.
The soft texture of affection, of appreciation, creates attachments that do not end, although times are over. The force of love warms any soul, it does not need ornaments, only the soft feeling of protection. Beautiful poem, @d-pend, always a teacher.
A wonderful work in metaphor, Daniel.
"One of these days I'll dissolve into smoke.
You'll only see me in your mind's eye
Honed onto our tapestry,
Gliding along the threads backwards
To our beginning through memory's haze."
Indeed we weave a more enduring tapestry of love within the mind. A homey feel to this work but it encapsulates the poignant and expansive.
Damn! This is sick!
How could you paint such a perfect picture of imagined presence which already seem real in that context....
Mehn, I respect your thoughts...Learning
Such an advanced knowledge of poetry i actually read this 22 times literally
To understand it
I want to feel in your mind. how many words warm your mind.
I really like the way you think with poetry. What a inspiring simple words but so powerful can be touching all of every heart
This poem reminds me of my sister, she had to leave her sweater worn so her baby would not cry. Greetings.
Poetry is that the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from feeling recollected in tranquility.........Thanks for sharing such a nice poem.......@upvoted