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I Am No Tapestry

we are torn and mended
cloth repaired and restitched
reused and made brilliant
when dried in the Spring
sun and made stale when
left in the dark corners
where every rag
eventually finds
itself.

occasionally; as this
metaphor runs thin,
we are persuaded that
we are merely threads
loomed together into
something beautiful.

into something else entirely.

but on days like today,
when the heavy clouds
hang low to the cold Earth,
i am convinced that i
am no tapestry. i am not
a single colored line weaved
intricately through other
lives and the beauty in
me is not only seen at
a distance, when all
the colors bleed into one.

no, indeed,
i am cut from my own cloth.

and whether you find me
basking in the sun
or lumped in a dank corner
at least i can claim
my beauty
or
my ugliness
as my own.

my very own.

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8 thoughts on “I Am No Tapestry

  1. “we are convinced that
    we are merely threads
    loomed together into
    something beautiful.”
    &
    “no, indeed,
    i am cut from my own cloth.”

    sigh-full
    and whats preferable?

    • what’s preferable is to be our own. neither dependent on others to prove our worth or lack thereof. if i choose to claim success as my own, then i want to also own my own failures, sins, ugliness. i dont want to be a part of mankind these days. i want to be a part of mykind.

      • but what if being or thinking like that(mykind v. mankind) is what keeps us from becoming that “loomed together something beautiful”?

  2. made stale when
    left in the dark corners
    where every rag
    eventually finds
    itself.

    this is so true i find. i love your use of metaphor and then the gradual convey of reality/perception. very nicely done. and yes, you are cut from an original cloth. fer sher! 🙂 you rock.

  3. Okay so as soon as I read “i am nota single colored line weaved
    intricately through other” I had reached the perfect state…that line will stay with me for quite some time.

  4. Sonny says:

    “we are torn and mended
    cloth repaired and restitched
    reused and made brilliant…

    at least i can claim
    my beauty
    or
    my ugliness
    as my own.

    my very own.”

    This one made me smile somewhere deep. Our beauty, that thing that makes us who we are, is never perfect or flawless or without sin. Our beauty is in the way the lights catch those things that have marred us… refracting in a way that is divinely human and individual.

    As with all things, what is beautiful in us is only made more so when it is contrasted against that which is also ugly in us. The two co-exist, feed one another, balance one another.

    I loved this one. The metaphor. The images it brought to my mind.

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