In the fabric of life There are many threads Some are thin, gossamer strands Barely there at all Light touches, like the breath of an infant Some are thick, but coarse Like jute ropes Bristling and fibrous Some are space fillers Faces seen in a crowd Moving with the constant shuttling Shuffling Here, then gone Some are vibrantly hued Brilliant yellows and reds Oranges and purple and White Some are dark, dark, dark Velvety matte Deep and mysterious In shades of blue and black and foresty green Some are steadfast and immovable Like steel cables The very framework of the fabric itself And some are golden threads Accenting Highlighting Pure, bright, worthy, and lustrous Aunt Mary was pure gold Her touch will not be forgotten.
This is a blog where I can put down some of my thoughts into the world to see what happens.