Woven Threads

[Sto_Pro_Veritate]

Alone I sit
With thread in hand
It's tangled
Knotted
Nothing grand

You come by
With thread in hand
It's matted
Twisted
A lonely strand

You sit down
Our threads we share
We weave
in vain
Can't braid a pair

Another comes
He adds his string
A braid
emerges
A pretty thing

More walk by
They add their strands
We weave
We knot
Something grand

I stand up
See what we made
I sit
I cry
A tangled braid

They come and look
They comfort me
They turn
Our braid
Tell me to see

I look up
I laugh with glee
My thread
Our braid
A tapestry

[Brainwreck]

Nice poem.

[MHenry]

Simple and wonderful. Thanks for sharing.

[bobby]

I can see this being acted out -- perhaps by teenagers! Seemingly true and simply divine!

[Sto_Pro_Veritate]

Thank you! I agree, I think this poem could be beautifully acted out!

[1sided]

Found it! Lovely poem. Great how something beautiful can come out of the tangled mess of life!

[Sto_Pro_Veritate]

It never ceases to amaze me what we can make when we work together!