by annaswirls
Oh good, I'll be first to comment here
On an afternoon delight load of verse for Angeline's perusal;
The title got me going, first making me think of my mother's living room, filled with bag upon bag of yarn;
Then I went beyond and read a most fascinating verse
With an image of lives as a string of yarn
Running continuously and so interwoven;
Most enjoyable read.
I wanna see that black clingy thing with the silver ring!
I like this anna. Relationships can get so tangled up in a ball. Sometimes you can't pick apart the knots, using your teeth or not. This is damn good, however, the first stanzas line breaks had me tripping a bit. Wonderful work.
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Peace,
Angeline
It seems to me, and I wish that there was a more positive tradition in the Poem sections here of discussion over poems (as opposed to the current norm of congratulations only), that the image of the entangled rope or weaved yarn is more complex than it seems in first reading.
Clearly, untangling wires of fishing rods has a positive connotation. But as the image evolves into other similar weaved/entangled materials it is not that clear anymore.
At the last stanza I was left with a sense that the poem tries to convey a complex or an ambiguous attitude towards the relations.
Is it all together positive or negative not to have any loose ends in the relationships? Are “no ties and knots” come to convey satisfaction from the state of affairs; maybe frustration or maybe both?
I am ever in awe
of the everday miracle
that you can pull
from a threadbare sweater
rewoven now in lustre
by the evening burning fire
it all makes sense, I would have liked either to see it more interwoven, or trimmed. I love the title, you could have done more.
fishing line - could have went a little further than just a hook
edges? what are you doing here/where does it go?
We promised: no edges,
let the weeds grow
over onto the walk.
doesn't seem to fit
Memories and reflections back through the years as the past is reexamined. Tender in it's deceptive simplicity.