Braided Threads

cold, blinded, aimless
the cold of distant loneliness
blinded by the mundane
aimless wandering
with no real reason
of little worth or value

a blue light glimmers
gleams in the distance
stood transfixed
watering eyes produce frozen tears
hand lifted, reaching, stretching
could this be?
breath held

And again,
hope wiggles in
wedges itself
a sigh, a whisper, a skipped beat
a sigh of wishful thoughts
a whisper of a name, entwined
remembering something
heart skips a beat, once, twice

something fuzzy, a moment
a movement stirs
from the corner of my eye
memories, wants, desires
anticipation ascending
patience held tight
weaving tighter all the loose threads

I hope
I wait
I dream
I love

tara caribou | ©2021

20 Comments on “Braided Threads

  1. I like how you structured this piece. Reads easy, even those who aren’t poetry’s biggest fans.
    It’s a great description of being hurt by love and vowing never to do it again and then…. of course, doing it again. But this piece also portrays the lost (and then found) hope that we struggle with on a daily basis.

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