Thread

Thread

A Poem by Mel

The thread that binds did not sever when you died

Still sometimes as she fades between dreams,

Your end tugs gently from where you are tied

And your face from fog emerges fuzzy then sharp and gleams.


Pressed upon her chest is a hot, mean quilt

blue and heavy pictures play in her head

When she wakes, her day stains where the dream is spilt

She tugs back as she untangles her end of the thread.


Do you fly whereto your thread does yank?

Do you sit and visit at the foot of our beds?

Are you as lost for good as your first baby blanket,

Or does your thread still weave new, even after you’re dead?

© 2021 Mel


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The feeling I get from this one is the child of two parents, one deceased and another stricken with old age, meditating on whether the tie between them still binds. Does the father still visit the mother in spirit? Something to ponder, indeed. Who's to say the chasm between two worlds is impassable?

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mel

5 Months Ago

Yes John, that imagery could definitely be applied here. Thank you!



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Beautiful work with some lines that would stay especially the last two lines. With so much to talk about the thread of life, I find this poem deeply rooted in love and life. Good work.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mel

5 Months Ago

Thank you, Ayesha!!
I think the threads grow stronger and their colour more vibrant after death. We dug deep to remember all the little detail, to keep them alive in our memory. Lovely poem Mel.

Chris

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mel

5 Months Ago

Thank you so much, Christine!
I think the thread weaves new. Even after death, we are warmed by the thought of another...
My dad kept himself warm after my mom died...he still held her in his heart and took care of her.
j.

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mel

5 Months Ago

Beautiful thought, Jacob. Thank you for sharing.
The feeling I get from this one is the child of two parents, one deceased and another stricken with old age, meditating on whether the tie between them still binds. Does the father still visit the mother in spirit? Something to ponder, indeed. Who's to say the chasm between two worlds is impassable?

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mel

5 Months Ago

Yes John, that imagery could definitely be applied here. Thank you!

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Added on December 12, 2020
Last Updated on February 26, 2021
Tags: poem, death, melancholy, sad, heartbreaking, dead

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Mammoth Hot Springs, WY



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