This is in response to Sadje’s Weekly Writing Prompt on #Whatdoyousee
There’s a thread which binds you and me
A delicate, gossamer thread…
The thread that does not let me let go
A delicate, gossamer thread…
Yet the spell there was…is no more
The wind has taken it so far away
I do not wish for it to fly back
The wilting petals follow though
But the thread remains hanging still
A delicate, gossamer thread ….
Once the vagabond caravan returns
The promises will swim back ashore
Promises that you never made…
Promises that I never kept…
In memories alone the haunting stays
Of a flame that never rose…never died
Do you think this thread shall let it glow
A delicate, gossamer thread…
Is it the branch that croons the song
Or is it the leaf that yearns for the bygone
There’s always a myth, a saga, an avalanche
Whether it’s you and me growing apart or
Its the leaf and the branch still entwined
Such a poetic metaphor
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Thank you so much Derrrick
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Beautifully written, Geeta.
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Thank you very much Chris
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Oh Geeta, such a beautiful and touching poem. Love how you’ve used connections as a metaphor of thread. Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you very much Sadje
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You’re very welcome
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Very effective use of the thread analogy running through your poem 🙌
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Thank you very much AJ
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You are very welcome 💞
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Gorgeous writing 💕
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Thank you so much Esther
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powerful…
loved the ending “still entwined“
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Thank you very much Yvette
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So beautifully written, the lightheartedness in the words describing a relationship of sorts, feelings running so deep like an abyss.
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