by agoodguy2havesuffolk, Virginia, USA
May 2011 428 Views 8 comments
the basket case
mortal, you're all over the place
those grassy twines all coiled
weaving your lines into deep space
our one-time oiled water, now boiled
what happened to the state of grace
that perchance we had lovingly sewn
hands now recoil instead of embrace
with rushes and grasses overgrown
the riverbank was rushed with Moses
pulled from near certain early ends
to grow and thrive under the noses
many who better served, made amends
as history and fiction swirl ahead
all together weaving lives interlaced
let's hope our intentions not misread
into a hell-of-a-handbasket disgrace
we'll carry on whether with potted earth,
or artisan box, glass jar, woven basket
to make this our home, what it's worth
embracing one another enthusiastic
© agoodguy2have 2011-05-13
those grassy twines all coiled
weaving your lines into deep space
our one-time oiled water, now boiled
what happened to the state of grace
that perchance we had lovingly sewn
hands now recoil instead of embrace
with rushes and grasses overgrown
the riverbank was rushed with Moses
pulled from near certain early ends
to grow and thrive under the noses
many who better served, made amends
as history and fiction swirl ahead
all together weaving lives interlaced
let's hope our intentions not misread
into a hell-of-a-handbasket disgrace
we'll carry on whether with potted earth,
or artisan box, glass jar, woven basket
to make this our home, what it's worth
embracing one another enthusiastic
© agoodguy2have 2011-05-13
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Posted: May 2011
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Comments (8)
From the grassy twines to the finished woven basket, we are all together weaving lives interlaced. May our baskets carry good things for life!
I guess our roots are well fixed in our daily drama and blessed happiness drops. Very good poem, a real pleasure to read it !
cj
that perchance we had lovingly sewn
hands now recoil instead of embrace
with rushes and grasses overgrown
Must be read more than once, there is something very haunting about yhis poem.
Another excellent poem. I enjoyed reading this one. Thanks for sharing.