Basket filled of miscellaneous fibers
we await conception by His almighty hand,
great pride and joy fills His fingertips
anointed ones of His master plan.
Slowly now He treads the wheel
drafting fibers till it’s right,
singing in sweet adoration
a multitude of colors soon take flight.
Some are rough and sturdy wool
various neutrals and warm grays,
while others are of shiny silk
deep tones of crimson and biscay.
Some are delicate fine linens
twisted of precious silver and gold,
no two the same, uniquely crafted
perfected till we grow cold.
A contest entry
- the colorful thread ... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended December 3, 2008, 8 entries
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what came to mind when i read this were the colors of a sandy beige and a gold (:
you did a wonderful job in exuding those colours with this poem.
well done
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"no two the same, uniquely crafted" Love your discriptions leading to this very true line. Well done and congratulations,
~Mary O
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Humm..I am impresssed by the journey you took in the poetic strongness of your thought..a wonderful work you di..well done...
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Wonderful Poem
Your words are very uplifting. Thank you for sharing. A delight to read this Sunday morning. Take care, Sandy
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Loved your poem. Good luck in the contest
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OOh,...unique and original write of imagery, vocabulary...Reminds me a little of one I did on the tapestry of life...Your metaphors make a delightful inspirational write...A mosaic of personalities that makes life! Bookmarked for reading again!
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