Threadbare the twisted secrets

Faded in the sun of history

Old cloth stitched in long days

A life revealed in the tapestry


The dust of days casts dreary

Seeping like grey rust, frozen

In the time seemed so far past

And the cloth, as yet not woven


Curse the old hands with need

And the needle now, eye small

When what is left of story told

The most important part of all


What e’er be bore by the loom

Poured soul upon that tapestry

When your life is woven in love

Only then can you truly be free


15 Responses to “Tapestry”
  1. kristianw84 says:

    I love this one! A new favorite for sure! I have a thing for antiques and anything vintage, really. I like objects that tell a story, and are just a tad mysterious. I especially love how you pulled it together at the end. A tapestry of life!

  2. yassy says:

    When your life is woven in love

    Only then can you truly be free

    Epic ending to a brilliant stellar post.

  3. jonicaggiano says:

    Very nice Brad. It always difficult for me to pick a favorite part of one of your poems. The lines woven together so elegantly to create a visual picture. I see an old wrinkled woman at a loom. Her heart pouring into a lost love. Nicely done my friend. Sending love and hugs
    Jonikins πŸ€—πŸ’•β€οΈπŸ¦‹πŸ¦‹πŸŒΉ

  4. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    Beautiful verses to items of old that deserve these lovely words. Great work my friend!

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