Life is…

empty when full
and full when empty.
Like the chaotic symphony
of the colorless cocoon
(no larger than a thimble)
unwinding into a mile long
silken yarn.

Waiting to be woven & inked
with jacquard pots of red & gold
into a scarf that bears artistic witness
to snowy wastelands of icicled mulberry trees.
Underneath which sits a fair maiden shy of her
own reflection in the bubbling brook, spinning delicate
sighs for her lover. And around her Chinese letters
rise up in air like prayer.

Later the same scarf tied around my neck
will get caught in the brooch of your breast
pocket and endure a tiny tear
as you pull away from
my embrace.

Leaving me to wonder how many miles
of unwinding, weaving and dyeing do I have to do,
before my life is fully empty of you?


24 thoughts on “Life is…

  1. Love it… especially the descriptiveness of it.. It pulls me in wanting to read more.. Have not been around lately as I have been moving, but can’t wait to read more when I get back, you are such an inspiration.. thanks.. have a great week/weekend… 🙂 Lilangelwolf

  2. Thanks for liking my short story. I just dropped by to check and now i am more than obliged. I have found a treasure …such vivid imagination.. amazing work and thanks for adding some words to my street vocabulary… I just have one question icicled trees and bubbling brooks describe different seasons, shed show light into your thought process.. I am creatively disadvantaged here.

So cute of you to drop me a line

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