Monday, July 20, 2009

Evening Meditations

Sitting at the loom
deep in the night.
Hands throw...
and...
catch the shuttle.
Feet dance their rhythm
on the treadles.
Eyes follow darting
yarn and slowly
growing fabric...
And the brain is aware
of every detail, and yet
lost
in the threads
of creation.
I am peaceful,
serene,
weaving my midnight
meditation.

-Melissa McCollum 7/19/09
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5 comments:

  1. AnonymousJuly 20, 2009 at 6:22 AM

    I always love your poetry. Keep writing... well, and weaving...

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  2. MelissaJuly 20, 2009 at 11:23 AM

    *hug* Thanks!

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  3. Curtis Collectables :)July 20, 2009 at 1:48 PM

    Awesome poem! Midnight meditation is the best.

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  4. shellieJuly 20, 2009 at 3:21 PM

    I love it! I kind of had a night like that in the tub! yours definitely more poetic!

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  5. MelissaJuly 20, 2009 at 11:13 PM

    Thanks, folks!

    Hmmm...a midnight dip in the tub. Now that sounds like a plan. :)

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