Silk weaving

When I was lost,
your colours were a comfort
Your kindness made a path less slippery,
and cleared the way
Your presence was a beacon warm, and lit the lonely space
Your care a soft, sweet echo in the caverns of that place

When I was safe,
you were the constant mirror
Showing up the angles
needing care
You reflected the horizon til I reached it’s aura’d dream
You reminded me without reproach, to focus not on how things ‘seem’

These gifts you share are soft and mellow
Silken precious, honoured still
I offer all my present heart, abundant, lush, divine
Yet humbled in comparison that, for the grace of you, it’s mine

So, softly weave with heart and hue
These blessings that abound in you
And seek a backward glance sometime
The trail you leave is pure
sublime

— Cloudthings, Aug 04, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Australia, regional Victoria, AUS

Favorite Poets: So many... Rumi, Spike Milligan, Keats. Many of the Neopoet clan, past & present. A myriad of song writers, Dylan, Jackson Browne, Lior, & I must add the poetic influence of painters, sculptors & creators across the world... Life really, especially the sky.

Critiques

Candlewitch

16 years 10 months ago

Anni

This poem reminds me of all my husband, Steven, has been to me. I guess that is why we have lasted twenty-seven years. It is a lovely and well constructed poem that evokes tender emotion. Always, Cat

Cloudthings

16 years 10 months ago

Thanks for your opninion, don't feel you need go gently

That's beautiful Cat, & heart warming to know people still stay together for 27 years these days, it seems too rare... though here it is not so much which bades wells for writers I think... I feel I could rest in the lovely arms of my otter for ever more too, though he quite enjoys being in my arms, guess we'll have to take turns being the holder/heldee (or intertwine as we do so well - chuckle!) Thanks for your opninion, don't feel you need go gently, as I said, I am thinking of doing a set of works inspired by works of art... this one I was thinking of is a silk felted 'painting' of a kind of 'foresty' scenery, but it has warm, Autumy colours & a wonderful dreamy feel, somehow the warmth & loveliness of the myriad of good friends in my life superimposed themselves into the imagery here, so there they are. Cheers Anni~ "Clarity of mind means clarity of passion, too; this is why a great and clear mind loves ardently and sees distinctly what it loves". Blaise Pascal (1623 - 1662)

Nordic cloud

16 years 10 months ago

Anni Anni, this is so touching

Anni Anni, this is so touching, so felt, so lovely and silky soft absorbed into the expressions of love like lace and gossamer woven and woven in the morning of your feelings. Beautifully expressed dear Anni. With love Anushka.

Cloudthings

16 years 10 months ago

Mmmm lace & gossamer, such lovely terms Ann

Thank you dear Anushka, funny you say "felt", did I mention in the note the art work that I was thinking of whilst writing this is of partially felted silk in lovely warm & hopeful colours, one of the women in my choir does them, I am amazed how expressive one can be with such a medium, you would love it dear creative woman!... I will see if I can get a pic of it from her to post. Mmmm lace & gossamer, such lovely terms Ann I do love your writing here...little poem in itself, lovely. Cheers Anni~ "Clarity of mind means clarity of passion, too; this is why a great and clear mind loves ardently and sees distinctly what it loves". Blaise Pascal (1623 - 1662)

bjp

16 years 10 months ago

Dear Anni,

I am sorry that I have not gotten around to comment for a time. I think that Margaret Ann's comments are on the mark. You endeavour toward words of soft felt, of meltings and hiccuped joy. There is much to be said in favour of this angle cake ethic. It is also a call; a request for acknowledgment - to know that forgotten's list is absent one warm heart. And that call is of the same texture. If it were food, we would call it comfort's need, and it would be simple but sophisticated, white in its innocence and rich in its enthrall. It is so very important that we, meaning you, me and each human, not be stranded in some song of solo torment, and that we are willing to call to each other. It is what voice, words, language and poetry is for, isn't it, in some very fundamental way. On another occasion, I will challenge this perspective. For we need to vacillate in our poetry, to keep the readers in line, so to speak. So, that thing which sounds like hypocrisy is at the centre of poetry's creative verve. But you are aware already, I think. I will look for another of your poems, Anni. Brian

Cloudthings

16 years 10 months ago

I must make some time for a digression that will shock you

Dear Brian, don't fret about not getting to comment, you are so generous when you do & I feel so remiss, having too little time to comment as much as I'd like, or even go read all the great stuff here. I forgot to see if I mentioned the felted silk artwork this was inspired by (?) because I am unsure of the use of "felt" from you & Ann, both senses fit as I love them to anyway, I do love the multiplicity of words. I am frustrated that I can't go back to the poem now since I am wondering exactly what you mean by the middle paragraph here?.. For me it was a stream of consciousness write while thinking of a particular art work & suddenly all the warmth & goodness I have been so lucky to be blessed with in my life (latter at least) became part of the woven sensation... Ah, but as usual, whatever you write is so interesting & poetic in nature, it is a gift even if I don't get the actual point you are making (feel free to elaborate if you have the time... or not). I realise I am still remaining within the "comfort zone" of these things for which I am grateful, it was where the artwork took me as an exercise. You are good for me, challenging me to step outside these places though, I must make some time for a digression that will shock you, (I think that would please you!) though it could be a challenge. Best wishes to you & Olya, I do hope your lakeside dwelling is a joy in that summer of yours (so cold here of late). Cheers Anni~ "Clarity of mind means clarity of passion, too; this is why a great and clear mind loves ardently and sees distinctly what it loves". Blaise Pascal (1623 - 1662)

rockinout87

16 years 9 months ago

nicely written

i love everything about this poem, how heartfelt and sweet it is. it makes me smile and think of a friend of mine who's just a one in a million. lovely and nicely written :)