Tapestry by Alison McKenzieWearing my candy-striped pjs,
I contemplate the ins and outs of living -
The tapestry that is weaved as
We all dance through each others lives.
There is my mother, chaotic threads
Of colors dark and umber
That cannot bring relief or hope,
Despite the fabrics intention to cover.
Over here, my childrens father,
Weak little threads that prematurely fade with time
Not attached to other threads,
Always threatening to fall right out or be plucked.
Ahhhh, my grandmothers perfection -
Neat and tidy patches that make sense
Oh, but the texture of prickly and not fun
To lay against my skin.
There is the strange essence of my fathers presences
But I cannot seem to find the
Actual evidence that those strings ever existed
Other than the scars on my psyche.
My aunties thick, soft, strong strands
Woven throughout the entire work;
The core colors and mesh that hold
My entire life together.
My sisters whimsical, wiry filaments,
Sarcastic little sharpies
That accent my world entirely -
Alternating tickles of joy and maddening bitter.
Oh, and there are my children,
Variegated tendrils of all shapes, sizes and colors,
Memories of times gone by and futures yet unfolded,
The center of it all a mish-mash of emotion.
And throughout, the occasional shreds
Of relationships on the fringe, fibers of lives that almost blend
But not quite,
Affiliations that just didnt work themselves into it all, yet remain.
And last, the vibrating cords of my sweet love, Jeremiah,
Harmonizing everything, somehow, with interesting
Twists of imperfect shades that compliment
The whole.
08/18/2007 Author's Note: I wonder what I look like in theirs...
Posted on 08/18/2007 Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
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Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 08/19/07 at 08:33 PM Wonderful poem fabric, intricately woven, analogy rich into personal tapestry of complexity and colorful psychological insight. |
Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 08/22/07 at 03:37 PM as a seamstress you have just made my whole month with this one! awesome job, my dear.
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Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/23/07 at 09:22 PM A wonderful look at the people in your life as threads and weavings. You have woven them so vividly in these few lines that I feel I know something about each of them. Well done. |
Posted by A. Paige White on 08/24/07 at 11:08 AM Top O' the morning to you, sweet Alison! It was a wonderful surprise to find your tapestry waving in the top 10 breeze this morning! The fifth and last stanzas are my favorite. Weave us some more, sweetest weaver ;-P~ |
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