The Analog Kid

Joined: Jul 5, 2008

I have played sax since 5th grade. Love music, camping, southern rock, guns. BA in English, but writing is a hobby now.

Last year, I self-published a poetry book for the hell of it. It only cost me about 40 bucks on Create Space. In actuality, I have been published for real back in the early 90's. This site is just fun and social for me, but I do give and appreciate meaningful reviews and value the few friends I have come to know for real.









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This is the poem of a friend that I find to be exceptional:

The Seventh Thread



Intermingled and woven

Line by line and thread by thread

Within the proper placing of fate

Often outside the desired placing of the heart

Our lives carry on

In reality and in fantasy

Carried on continually

Over and under, under and over

Intertwined, connecting with much

Linked, stringent, and detained

But there is the seventh thread

Which offers respite, a gap creating a breach

Inside the inner recesses of the boundaries of reality

Throughout plaited strands, loosely knit

What is it that now can drift freely

Within, without, around and about

The links are open wide

Dreams and fantasy

Escape and rebirth

The legions of demons are presently the ones

Left to stand and howl at the gates

They are now the ones on the outside looking in

Hopes and desires finally float unreservedly

Drifting throughout the fabric of our being

Within the row and space of the seventh thread

Which holds grand emotion and life

The mind’s eye carries on an existence

Finally! Into the land of the living

Offerings of comfort, support and aid

Pleasure and peace held out, proffered

Stages upon which to become an expressed self

They appear, beckon, and welcome

All held within security, safety, and warmth

And starting at the edge of the eighth thread

It all becomes undone



© 2012 Jenny Nelson