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Selvage



It bothers me sometimes…
in the deepest silence of the night
                                  that he’s sleeping
    (in our chaotic bed)
with a childlike peacefulness.
Whilst I fret and worry
       trying to tie the ravels
               ere’ the weaving is ruined.

We started a masterpiece
bright threads interwoven
passion and daring boldly displayed.
Me over him -  him over me
in and out the shuttle flew
as we danced to a rapturous tune.

But suddenly
   the bright colors are splashed with blood.
          pain rages across the field
                  and threads start popping loose.

I have to fix them.

                   Can’t he see that?

I’m supposed to be the strong one.
      The weaver of time.
He brings me the threads
       and I nurture them
                  as they thrive and grow.

No one ever told me what to do if the treadle broke.
How to mange if the loom refused to yield.

It’s not supposed to happen this way.

Every woman should “know”
                      how to spin the twine.

I hear them laughing about their successes
children playing around their hems.
They have no conception of what it’s like
            Only inane advice
                     spewed from fertile friends.

As if God would punish me so
                   or
relaxing ~ could cure the problem.

Fools…
How dare they judge me…
      I turn to the loom
thinking to destroy what little we have created.

But wait.

There is a kind of beauty here.
It lingers in the snags and nubs
caresses light and shadow.
So much love is interwoven
            sparkling
if you only take a moment to look.


Yes ~ I see the promise here.
              I’m sure
I can make something of this.

I pick up the weft
continue our tapestry.
Just a few quick shots
with the enchanting threads of love
and I’ll join him
                  in our welcoming bed.



Patricia Gibson-Williams
September 9, 2005

Author notes

Sometimes perfection is all in how you look at something.  It’s said that all the best weavers always leave a flaw in their work.  (Sometimes called a Persian Flaw)  Something to mark it as created; by human hands.  But even God created us as flawed, so maybe perfection is more about seeing the beauty in those flaws then it is about not having them.  

Patti

Written September 12th, 2005

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  • destructiaplecuta
    October 4, 2005
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    Speechless

    Oh wow . . . everything is just absolutely great! I love everything about this from all of the interwoven thoughts, the movement of the text from side to side, the free flow of thoughts, I'm absolutely enamoured! I'm speechless, I honestly am. Wow.

  • Bronwen Eckstein
    September 23, 2005
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    Lovely

    A lovely 'spin' on perfection and imperfection. I enjoyed the way you wove in details of your life so subtly, they were more like insinuations than actual truths, ideas about birth, fertility, failure, success. A really worthwhile poem, worth reading, worth going back to. I enjoyed it immensely, because despite the agony of lying awake feeling imperfect, it ended on such a strong, powerful note.

  • Country-Bumpkin
    September 23, 2005
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    Love this peom....


  • XPerfectly FlawedXX
    September 23, 2005
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    beautiful in every way and original. nice work and so true


  • grannyeri gold member
    September 23, 2005
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    Very creative - wonderful metaphor. The lines flow smoothly and the words convey a woven tapestry of life's experiences. Nicely written.

  • Only My Words
    September 23, 2005
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    a good poem. i make the same of it as previous posters that this piece relates to a failed pregnancy or issues of sterility.


  • funwriter
    September 23, 2005
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    no comments!

    too long... sorry! had no time to read...!!!


  • September 23, 2005
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    really a good poem...you made a powerful metaphor of the spinning and what I read as a failed pregnancy or one who couldn't conceive. i think you succeeded at this poem and kept the emotion and tone throughout.

  • Silverbird
    September 23, 2005
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    This was extraordinarily thought-provoking and interesting and such an original idea. I really enjoyed reading it.

    I suppose everybody reads it differently, but I saw it was a woman who had miscarried at least a couple of times and that she felt it was causing chaos with her home and husband, but at the end she realized it really wasn't and that she loves him still the same. I'm probably wrong though.

    I really enjoyed reading this. It's inspirational. Well done indeed and best of luck!

  • zee1
    September 23, 2005
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    A really good piece, written thoughtfully, has clear direction and shows an aspect of our lifes in an interesting and original manner. Your use of rich and beautiful imagery made this all the better - well done.

  • EricBRamey
    September 12, 2005
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    Wonderful!

    Very interesting...and very meaningful...well done!!!!

  • BeCaUsEoFyOu
    September 12, 2005
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    AWESOME

    This poem is amazing! It's very intriguing and fantastic and VERY symbolic. We are studying symbolism in honors english so I could really read into this poem! I love it!

  • Dull Red
    September 12, 2005
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    hhhhmmmmm...so very interesting and intriging AND fantastic!! nice work on this one AngelSeeker!


  • crazymomma
    September 12, 2005
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    The analogy of your love being woven fabric is great. You have good imagery to this too. I really enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.


  • To Bid You Farewell
    September 12, 2005
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    wow, man thats great, its different havent read a poem like this before and i really like the way it goes, alot of power is spoken her

    Fools…
    How dare they judge me…
    I turn to the loom
    thinking to destroy what little we have created.

    love that there really well written its great well done

    +wellsy+


  • genielassie
    September 12, 2005
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    Beautiful poem and excellent reasoning. Love the way you have written this piece out and kept on one thing instead of tossing out a dozen different comparisions. I find one elaborate comparison to be much more readable and lovely. Great write.
    LI

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