Thursday, March 20, 2008Y
Another poem... enjoy!
Say the words and I shall follow
Beckon and I shall bend like a willow
In the wind, blowing
Needles on my lap, knitting
Clack, clack, goes the needles
Weaving yawn into patterns like cradles
Intricate patterns 'cross the sweater
Every one representing a letter
Oh how deep the love goes
Ah, how wide the gap stretches
Clack, clack, goes the needles
Weaving thoughts into patterns like ladles
I think of you in everything I do
Everything I do
Unconcious, just thinking
Conciously, just wondering
Clack, clack, goes the needles
Weaving tears into patterns like puddles
Maybe I shall see you sometime
Where and when, it's on our fate
I am just counting the days
Counting 'till the life in me fades
Clack, clack, goes the needles
Weaving hate into patterns like flames
Hope will never die in me
My candle is protected from the saws of time
By you, my protector
By you, my savior
Clack, clack, goes the needles
Weaving time into patterns that dwardles
Ah, how I wish I could be with you
Always prepared for a meeting with you
Though I cannot always find my words
My tongue is tied by your face, your sentences
Clack, clack, goes the needles
Weaving words into patterns like lines
Time will not bland the love
Time will not stifle the dove
That sings, so hear my song now
Hear my words now
Clack, clack, goes the needles
Weaving hearts into patterns like candles
Ah, I have finished weaving
The ball of yawn, of storytelling
And what do I see?
Your face.
Clack, clack, goes the needles
Weaving sorrow into patterns like tears.
LOL this can make it into XY's xx-diary. jkjk.
Ok this tells of this woman whose husband left her, but is a great knitter and made the greatest pieces ever. As she is weaving, she thinks of him, and then finishes the work, to find out that she had unconsciously weaved her husband's face onto the sweater.
Ok for some reason I think the poem sounds fake. Might write another one sometime.
Gosh I'm starting to LIKE writing poems :D
8:52 PM
