Stringing Up

Destiny spins a yarn threading
A fibre through time
To string up time on the wall or
Embedded in an hourglass
Well propotioned
An equal upper and a lower half
Like a doll
Fate caught in a glass jar
Flowing relentlessly, unstoppable
Held under supervision in a place
Called the four walls
A house, a home
Putty in whose hands
A yarn is spun on a drop spindle
To coat a collectible with sensibilities
Carelessly toyed with
Molded, branded, burned with
The stamp of chauvinistic, masochism
In this state of doom, time stands still,
Tears prick the back of eyelids
The prick of needle oozes blood
Rubbed with shifting, sifting sands
Little time granules freeze
For that one moment
But glory evades.

42 thoughts on “Stringing Up

  1. Isn’t it amazing how we can feel like this all out lives. Feeling like this as a child if our parents were…ummm I don’t know, not so caring/loving/parently(?) if these are the right words because really what is a good parent but what we picture them to be. Then to adulthood, when we feel it will be out escape only to be back in those four walls, all though different four walls but same place πŸ™‚ but ahhh too deep of a thought for such an early hour πŸ™‚

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      1. Yes we rise. Is there a choice? πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ Look who is talking about beautifully eloquent, and inspiring poetry… yours are too πŸ™‚ Thats what drew me her to you πŸ™‚ I have been. I have been better, I have been worse but I can at least say that I have been πŸ™‚ How about your my dear poetress, how are you?

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      2. It’s good to talk to you , Maggi , you are full of joie de vivre, a happy optimistic girl , full of goof will so I feel quite peppy after your visit here, thank you sweetheart, thank you .
        I am good as good can be lol so see, you leave me laughing and smiling. Thank you for that ❀️

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      3. Awwwwww πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ You make me so happy πŸ™‚ You make me feel very useful today, very loved today πŸ™‚ Life isn’t always easy, nor is it always fun. Sometimes it feels like neither πŸ™‚ I feel that those of us that have felt the most despair really appreciate the little things. We see glimmers that others will miss. A person sitting in a lit up room doesn’t see a sparkle of light. A person sitting in darkness sees every sparkle of light πŸ™‚ We tend to be more optimistic because to not feel it is to give up, give in, and therefor giving away all of what we have left πŸ™‚ But my dear to make a loved one smile and laugh that is a true compliment πŸ™‚

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      4. Awwwwwweeeee I am so happy to see you happy . No, life is not easy so I appreciate your time here with me , Maggi . I love the wisdom of your words , beautiful words , never read anything as beautifully eloquent as what you have written here and it amazes me at the wisdom and philosophy of your words , Maggi. You are very intuitive and a lot of insight goes behind the thoughts you portray. You are dear to me now and always and forever , be happy always , Maggie. Good to see you smiling.

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    1. Beauty is created out of pain , anguish gives rise to poetry as I have noticed in your poetic endeavours too, if I may take the liberty of saying . I think there is more pain than happiness all around and solace is found in the unburdening of grieving words.

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