TAPESTRIES
9/28/2026 130PM
The old man sits with needle and thread
Punctures a hole in time,
and threads another moment
While melancholy sits close by
Like an old friend
but not a friend,
nor an enemy...
But always close.
The old man sprinkles letters on the thread
of the needle pulling it behind
depositing each on a cloth of eternity.
Almost like a trail of crumbs
as if he would forget from whence he's come
but he is not lost nor is what came before.
The trail is long..so long,
The old man has lost sight of where it began.
He looks back...
The thread is lost in a void of darkness
floating in midair, moving as if a guitar player plucks a note from it
and vibrates in harmony with his memories.
The memories that create his tapestry in time
And for just a moment
even melancholy cannot help but smile.
The shadows of his past hold the shades of his youth
The old man smiles too.
Grateful for all the shades he left behind.
Soon, he will be just another shade...
In the shadows
A warm memory
In the tapestry of his child's time.
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.
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