Fabric
Sometimes all of us, at one point or the other, think about the people with us, without us and those others who disappeared for various reasons. What surprises the most are the people with us. If we step outside the taken for granted zone, these people are so basic to whom we perceive ourselves to be. As basic as fabric.
What holds us
The snake sloughs its skin, and you?
Grow, until the mesh begins to tear,
Muslin comes out the truth, dexterity is worn
By time, by bonfires of monologues
making sense of what you said.
Then when the day is done and birds look for flying nests.
Mountains erode. Nothing left but thread.
© neelthemuse,2013
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“dexterity is worn
By time, by bonfires of monologues” –
very nice! 😉
and really liked your prologue too! esp liked,
“What surprises the most are the people with us. If we step outside the taken for granted zone, these people are so basic to whom we perceive ourselves to be. As basic as fabric.”
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Tenuous strength ! I fully sensed a power behind your words! Sincerely Deborah
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Thank you Adan….:)
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Deborah thank you!
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Brilliant. Sombre. Muscular. Something of Thomas Hardy about it, but better.
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I loved the Darkling Thrush by Hardy…and his novels. Must read him again…thank you Simon!
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