Between the Knots
(thanks to Manon’s flying carpets, which got me thinking about lace…)
Our lives are knotted together,
tightly tied threads
that join and split and join again.
Where do you end?
Where do I begin?
Is there a pattern?
Am we trapped in our web?
Are we too tightly twisted?
Are we well-aligned?
Are our tag ends showing?
I feel tension between the stitches.
Is there some overall design,
symmetrical and balanced,
a complex beauty I am blind to?
Or are we a tangled, tattered mess?
Should we pull the thread, start all over, just give up,?
Unravel all our work?
So much of our lives are lived between the knots.
The spaces between are part of the lace, too.
by KVWordsmith (C) 2008



So very true, Kerry. It would be nice if we could see the pattern we are part of sometimes, wouldn’t it?
Great imagery. We do indeed live through the knots, the thread and the spaces–always the connections. Fran
This is excellent.
Kerry, this is a beautiful poem filled with rich meaning and insight. As always, you write from such depth.
Beautiful, Kerry. We are all but a minuscule part of the whole tapestry, but without even one of us, the whole is flawed.
The space, or ether, between the physical is our connection to beyond. Beautifully said.
Life is a tapestry and we are but the stitches in it. This is another great piece, Kerry