Silver Threads

Silver Threads ~

Silver threads caught the light

and disappeared into a shifting pattern

of flowers and vines and a garden

held taut and dust free against the wall forever.

And people filed past it and looked and wondered

where was the garden?

And where is the silver light pouring over it

coming from?

And how can I get there?

 

Silver threads crackled along the sides of

the mirror lying in a broken pile of old reflections.

And people gazed at it and shook their heads

and tutted about bad luck and seven years,

but no one wondered

where the light went when it cracked?

No one was there to catch it as it poured out

and no one knows how could it be put back…

 

Silver threads multiply amidst the brown

and I no longer have to strain to see them.

They encroach kudzu-like along my face and neck

and my eyes reflect my gleaming.

And I wonder why the years appear silver?

Or if it is just the light in me overflowing?

And if I can catch it,

cup my hands and share it,

with people who have too much darkness…

 

©jayetomas2016

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About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. Not.....me. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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7 Responses to Silver Threads

  1. Dead Donovan says:

    Lovely flow; especially the last stanza.

  2. Lovely idea, and beautiful finale 🙂

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