Tapestry

I wish that she'd be more direct and honest with me, instead of hiding in a shell.

The tapestry is perfect and woven
  The lines create pictures of exquisite value
 Through colour and still-life
    stories are told and etched
   into a soft letter--expositing
 ages

But I broke the loom that wove these fabrics,
 for the lines that once Cris-crossed
  are now parallel--lacking congruity
 Now I wish they would tell their stories
    straight, honest, and to the point

Reviews

[My Fair Lady]

There is beauty in truth, but it is not always as lovely to look at until you have had time to process it. This poem provoked a lot of thought for me. I wonder about the broken loom, and what now? Is a weaver or story teller no longer such without a loom? I don't think so. Keep writing, I like this.

[Bubo]

But I broke the loom that wove these fabrics,
for the lines that once Cris-crossed
do not represent unity anymore
And for once I wish they would tell their stories
straight, honest, and to the point


Very meaningful, that a tapestry is so perfect in its form, but one loose thread and it will unravel, the story left untold. I like the way you related it too a person, who is unable to show her story.