WEAVER WOMAN

early morning calm

endurance and nimble

touch, orange dyed

yarn bleeds into

green, strict lines

broken between, the  

geometric motifs,

not entirely immune

to slow healing blister 

wounds, there was

nothing left to repossess

except her limbs,

her flesh, her organs,

her kin, threading the

weft between the

strands of the warp,

working row by row

pushing the weave

together with an iron

comb, searching a solution

that meet she might,

into the glint of the dawn

or the dead of the night

 

Reviews

[Introspective Mind]

The Art finally is nothing more or nothing less than the rythm of life....and, that emerges out in shining notes through this brilliant poetic expressions....the chords lay bare the pleasures in pain...pains in pleasure....meaningfully mingling into a flow where life sacrifices for existence....toils are sacrificed for a life to toil forever...yet what comes out remains a string of artistic expressions that binds passions of creation with compulsion of being into it.....I love to mean that way and I enjoy in going through this feeling to inspire myself for whatever short life is still lying to be pursued for me....
Regards,

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Hi there
thanks for such a thoguhtful and inspiring review

[Mic]

Love the title and beautiful verse. I see her there in whispered light... where she weaves by day and night.

Will read this many more times. Thank you SHEEMA.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

I'm glad to read such a positive response Mic, thanks indeed

[DrD]

I like how you reach into nothingness and pull out an abstract idea and give it life, color, movement and emotion. Very few can do that and I appreciate your skill greatly.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

thanks for such a dedicated review, your expertise is greatly valued, DrD

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think Autumn of a life...dawn could be a new chapter, the dead of night could be waning years, waiting for the end of life.

i like the analogy here...if you didn't mind i would really like to send this to my sister...i think she would appreciate it...as she is a weaver...

there is such depth of feeling, and such honesty in what you write...no pretentiousness at all...every bit of your poems feels so natural.

always enjoy reading you.

jacob

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Oh lovely, by all means please do, I'd be keen to know what her impression is, thank you Jacob

[MOON]

This is beautiful like weaving of a soul.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

i'm pretty pleased with this one actually...i like your comment, thanks Moon

[Dr. Wood ?]

brilliantly written, I could never do this...Such observation is to be admired

[SHEEMA HUQ]

why, thank you Dr Wood, projections used for effect here, i'm chuffed

[Dr. Wood ?]

so you should be

[Marie]

I sense Autumn in this, as well as hope and endurance...

[SHEEMA HUQ]

thanks Marie

[lee von cleef]

Baluchistan Beauty, Navaho Dazzler,Hopi Honeycomb,Thai Suran Silk Shawl,Nanyuky Spinners,wonder woman, the anchors in their families , the moving machines in the middle of their homes, spider webbing into our homes, sharing their visions' on your shoulder and my wall, a runner in the hall. Hours ,Blood , Beauty, Utility.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

you wanna stop writing with such exuberant skill and energy, as soon as you see a blank space (no actually enjoy the therapy...(and i will read and admire), and many thanks!

[lee von cleef]

I cheat my grand mother world traveler, compared Textiles , Patterns , of different cultures. Some of it rubbed off.