Eulogy
by: Teresa J Lavender (A.K.A. Teresa Seavey)
Swiftly we work the tapestry loom
Our fingers deftly weave and weft
Brilliant colors, flashing needles –
Why must all the dismal threads
Perpetually be left for last?
There seems no sense of rhythm –
No purpose to this design!
No sense of harmony!
The taint of crimson
So often stains the threads
Perhaps our needles too often prick the skin?
Our eyes –
insulted by discordant mesh
yet anguish- in its inquisitiveness
rudely draw us back again
A joyless task is ours
Frequently we pause
Our very thoughts grasping
With horrific fascination
As the dread design
Unfolds beneath pre-concerted nimbleness
Of finger and of thumb
We devise to cease the movement
Of these – our very limbs
Yet, though our minds demand inaction
The loom commands
And humbled, we work on
With chilling abruptness the threads dissipate
Completion of our task seems near at hand
We note again the brevity
The ill accordance of dye
The harsh intricacy of design
Quickly we bind the final strands
Then tuck the cumbersome work
‘neath the pile
Of ill-begotten shrouds
Our tentative smiles touch
In apologetic sympathy
Then, in solemn accord
Set to impending labors
‘tis not our place to question
Or to mourn
About the Creator
Teresa Lavender
Mainer living in Texas. Singer/songwriter/poet/artist. Check out my original songs: https://www.reverbnation.com/teresalavender
Check out my art shop https://www.facebook.com/Recycledbytije/?view_public_for=166057120101486
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