Deeper Vibration


I gathered his words.
His words, like orbs of wool
in colourful bunches, intricate, promising,
knitting hopes, weaving dreams,
loops of desires,
the crossing of fates,
starry fleeces of unslept nights,
combing the fibers of pain, row by row,
the guaranteed tenderness,
deified by the noble words he spoke;
a nice warm sweater,
of enduring love-
the everlasting warmth.

Comments

Basque-Land said…
ahhhh. I knit and I appreciate the parallel you created in this poem from the gathering of the wool "words" to the "everlasting" warmth. When I knit for someone I love, I think of them as I put the energy into the item. Thank you for this warmth.
Nazia Mallick said…
Thank you Rozanna!

Anything knitted with love, would always have warmth.
Words or wool!
Tanzila said…
aah!! the warmth of love... like the sun kissing your skin on a balmy morning... :)
Nazia Mallick said…
Thank you Tanzila!!

That is a wonderful way to describe:)

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