Your tapestry hangs half-done in your room,
Where moments meet dreams for elusive play.
A spectrum of space stretched out on that loom,
In colorful strands blending gray away.
Each threading through time - come loss or come gain,
Crossing then tracing an outline of mind.
Courage and patience well woven the same,
All gifts from heaven passed on to mankind.
Hold tight to those threads, your life's far from done,
Weaving your thoughts ‘til that tapestry grows.
Art is a talent that’s second to none
Poets are weavers of words that disclose.
Today marks the day you were given two hands,
Innate is your wisdom for weaving those strands.
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Author notes
"Happy is the man who finds wisdom,
and the man who gets understanding."
Proverbs 3:13
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A contest entry
- Allpoetry: If you know MargaretG please enter. by Lyndon.
1780 points, ended December 17, 2007, 17 entries
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You have Joy,
a playful, rising rhythm of iambs and anapests. This is a "free" sonnet in alternating rising meter and tetrameters. Unusual, but a sonnet still. Poetry is a tapestry especially when as rich as Margaret's. I enjoyed this sustained metaphor of both art and of life.
Ron.
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Another sonnet - very appropriate as this is one of Margaret's favourite forms. I have to say that to me the rhythm stumbles a little in places - and I find the repetition of the long "ay" sound in "gray away" in line four rather intrusive... but in general, a very interesting tribute.
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What a uniquely wonderful way of saying happy birthday. As a fellow poet I can appreciate anyone who weaves words into such a beautiful message of love. Best of luck in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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Beautiful rhyming, great metaphor and a delightful sonnet--a treat to read.
Bill
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I love the metaphor
of weaving, I have used it too, to describe the making of a life's work. You sustain the imagery of textiles through the whole poem, adding colours and threads as you go. This is a wonderful lilting sonnet, thank you so much for thinking of my birthday in such glowing terms.
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