![]() Thread of ThoughtsA Poem by Keagen Cole![]() This poem is based on a recent experience I had during home ec. class, where I got bored (I'm not much of a social person) and sewed some thread on the end of my jacket sleeve. I just find it calming![]() When I lay in the swaying grass refraining from my social needs, I wield a spool of thread with the hued yellow of a Californian lemon, and a small needle, easily piercing and pulling with the guide of my hands. Along the end of my sleeve I sew loops along the rim feeling the assuring halcyon accompanied with aging reveries. A door forms within my sight as an entrance to a path untrodden; Wherever I thread, the door follows. It is one that my kin seldom find, just off of the land we tread. It is insight, wonder, variance, internal serenity, and a serenade of the mavericks who perform for the door of thread and fabric. The spool I hold, adorned with the aged reveries and broken hopes, is wound comfortingly with my thread of thoughts; along the stitches I sew, I reveal the other side of my leaf. Secretly, my spirit will be wilting.
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4 Reviews Added on April 26, 2023 Last Updated on April 26, 2023 Author![]() Keagen ColeNew Athens, ILAboutI'm an aspiring poet, author, artist, and actor. I'm also a bibliophage, music lover, autistic, total carnivore, Nature lover, Furry, LGBT+ supporter, Wikipedian, and sociology/philosophy enthusiast. more..Writing
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