A Tapestry of Truth

A Tapestry of Truth

A Poem by Confuser

A Tapestry of Truth

Ever Evolving Wildflower Knighted,

Quest for awakening impatiently rising,

Petals once fragile now restless and willing,

Like wildfires passion, Burns freedoms’ caisson.

 

Lapping invisible truths, Evaporated in meadows of Youth,

Soft breezes led to reason, Nature re-births Healing,

Senses reeling in anticipation,

Path is uncovered, Light rediscovered.

 

Praying and pleading, Emotions up evil,

Half-Moon rising, Between the Dead

And the Line.....

 Guide me through this maze, Shrewd riddles of destiny,

This labyrinth of layers, Searching for truth,

Wildflower grabs hold root.

 

A tapestry weaving in valleys of the soul,

Like a web it glissons in sunshine like gold,

Threads spinning a majestic sound,

Uplifted to heavens holy grounds.

 

The unperfected tapestry bridled by God’s energy,

With powerful momentum incites purest intentions:

Avoidance of vanity and pride,

Patterns are appearing, truth fulfilling.

The emotions build invisible creations,

Rising temptations, Lead to devotion,

Tickling the mind, like ripples in water,

Piercing the soul, reaching beyond,

 The Realms of human possibility.

 

Awaken, friends truth floats freely…..

 

The threads are lighting a vista of colors,

Majestically raised to that sacred place,

Passing the spirits, no fear or shame,

The tapestry now calls out my name.

 

Subtle, but wise winds follow,

Consistently blow away sorrows,

Accepting others freely and wisely,

Forgiving and Reliving!

 

Simple threads of complex shades,

Built upon good deeds, A Collage growing Stronger,

With each lifetime, I am Guided through the maze,

Growing like a wild weed, Inside life's Destiny.

 

Undivided like the half-moon dancing with the sun,

For the wholeness unbroken brings forth one: Awakening.

 

The materials of the tapestry,

Made by love, what images will appear?

What I feel, I will one day see!

My spirit is open, searching constantly,

For the answers to pounce upon me,

Like a tiger prowling and hungry,

I devour every word, Every breath instinctively,

Like the wildflower, it will burn to infinity,

 For the wind took it away, spreading life's petals and seeds,

 Threads constantly colliding, Multiplying dividing,

So many moments in spirit, I trace. Revealing life’s joyous reveries,

Exploding like a starburst inside of me.

 

Weaving a tapestry, Made of hope and deeds,

Honor not greed, with every touch or gesture,

Every thought or measure.

A choice, within our abilities: kindness and empathy,

For all humanity…..

A tapestry of Truth, An awakening to peace, leading to enrichment,

 I cannot wait to see.....

© 2015 Confuser


Author's Note

Confuser
I will kindly accept your guidance. Thank you. I know it is long; wanted to use simple words (not that I don't keep the dictionary handy) and expel this passion I have for Karma and Rebirth. Anyway.....I did try, if you are looking for meter perfection forget it..it is not there, but if you believe it should be let me know. If I wanted applause I would have joined the circus. I'm here to learn and give! Thank you so much.

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dan
Dale, I WILL use simple words: this is a MASTERPIECE. The ebb and flow of this piece takes the reader through a series of hairpin turns throughout your fertile creative processes, meandering through reality and back out...whole worlds of wonder open up like the spring flowers in need of rain...there are a few times where it does seem to be a bit disjointed, but then becomes obvious that the poem's tapestry, its journey, must take certain twists and turns to reach its final outcome. Brilliantly conceived and presented, Dale. Be proud of this one...be VERY proud. take care...dan

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Confuser

9 Years Ago

Oh, if you ONLY new how shocked and I MEAN shocked that I can write something; and feel okay about i.. read more
dan

9 Years Ago

I have some of my old poems that are over 38 years old, and I STILL sometimes make changes to them t.. read more
Confuser

9 Years Ago

Huum: I would go nuts trying to make things like I want: I'm inexperienced but I do change some...Th.. read more



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I enjoyed the ebb and flow of this piece, the wild flower metaphor, the cyclical aspect all indicative of rebirth, it is longer than some pieces here but not too long - and the words flowed easily. It didn't seem like you were trying to keep it "simple" it had an easy eloquence about it and that last line....I cannot wait to see. Very nice!

Posted 8 Years Ago


this one is awwesome...brialliant indeed....each line and thought is remarkable..:))

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wonderful poem ......... truth is something we yearn for and always curious to find it..... it's wonderful dale... good job

Posted 9 Years Ago


I don't think you need guidance - this is stunning. I'm kind of a stickler for meter in my rhyming poetry, but it doesn't throw off the flow of your words, they are graceful and heartfelt. A gorgeous poem my friend. Thank you for the RR. Your poem is lovely.

:) Julie

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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dan
Dale, I WILL use simple words: this is a MASTERPIECE. The ebb and flow of this piece takes the reader through a series of hairpin turns throughout your fertile creative processes, meandering through reality and back out...whole worlds of wonder open up like the spring flowers in need of rain...there are a few times where it does seem to be a bit disjointed, but then becomes obvious that the poem's tapestry, its journey, must take certain twists and turns to reach its final outcome. Brilliantly conceived and presented, Dale. Be proud of this one...be VERY proud. take care...dan

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Confuser

9 Years Ago

Oh, if you ONLY new how shocked and I MEAN shocked that I can write something; and feel okay about i.. read more
dan

9 Years Ago

I have some of my old poems that are over 38 years old, and I STILL sometimes make changes to them t.. read more
Confuser

9 Years Ago

Huum: I would go nuts trying to make things like I want: I'm inexperienced but I do change some...Th.. read more
"If I wanted applause I would have joined the circus" - you GO girl !! Kudos for that...

Dale, I would soften it a little at the start with changing 'The tapestry.." to "A tapestry" or "My Tapestry" or even just "Tapestry of..." - it would read 'more personal' I feel. A small criticism.

I loved the use of 'caisson' - its such a gorgeous word - I loved finding it here.

I was surprised to find that the tapestry is blank! However, as devoid as it is now of images (not the poem itself, which abounds with good imagery) , it appears that the plea to populate it is sincere and deeply wished for and if there is any justice, it will be filled with wonder at the same instance as a personal epiphany occurs. The answer to prayers and blessings for living a good life, will create the collage for this tapestry.

Its very eloquent Dale. Thank you for the RR!





Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I have no guidance excep learning fro this poem. Your poems have emotional touch. Keep it up you are great...

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Confuser

9 Years Ago

Mr. Sadashirvan Nair: So kind of you. Thank you. I look forward to reading your poetry.
This is truely a beautiful poem, Really really beautiful.
Great work, One of the best I've have read in here

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I had no issues wit the length whatsover so nothing to say about that. I had a moment of age in so far as the font. I had to get closer to the screen and in some ways I think I looked like Mr Magoo for a while. I like the font I just couldn't make up all the words at times so I zoomed in a bit. Richard said to me yesteday on a pssing comment" This is the language of my Soul" I left confounded. But it came back to me while I read this. It seems you have managed to delve in and out of layers that are related to goodness in terms of will beauty in terms of ideals and truth in terms of thinking. The language again suggests a relationship in between human nature and Nature as a whole. It brough to me a certain sense of enthusiasms and wishful thinking. You have a very harmonious way of writing. It is serene and calm, non invasive -- as if to say: I do not want to disturb with my words.

As the subject is a little ciomplicated it I can't say much other than It made me feel sadness for "The dark" they also want to be with you and they did not get an invitation or a mentioning. Does that mean then than beauty , goodness and truth only reside in the incandescence of light?

What a mystery...

Thank You.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Confuser

9 Years Ago

I love to see that abstract pic with your name, my visualization of you, if quite different than dez.. read more
Such a mystical and elegant poem! I love the imagery of the tapestry in the valley. Great write!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on December 14, 2014
Last Updated on March 7, 2015
Tags: karma, kindness, awakening, spiritualism, humanity, deeds, love, truth, soul, sin

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Confuser
Confuser

Manning, SC



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