Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
You ask my love why do I fret
you have woven yourself into my heart
Should you go I’ll be bereft
fragile threads holding me falling apart
I’ll unravel like a skein of yarn
tumbling down endless stairs
a tattered tangled soul, going nowhere
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille Fret
Oh my – this is wonderful Lynda. I love the references to sewing you have incorporated into your words of love and longing.
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Thanks so much Toni!
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I love how fret has unravelled in your quadrille, Linda! It’s delicate and beautiful. I especially love the alliterative sounds in ‘fragile threads holding me falling apart’ and ‘tattered tangled soul’. That final image of a soul going nowhere is so sad.
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Thank you so much Kim.
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Nice wordplay here, Linda.
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Thank you Ken!
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The frets over how love can weave itself into our hearts… so much to be anxious over.
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Yes, so true. Thank you Bjorn.
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I really love this line: “I’ll unravel like a skein of yarn”
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Thank you kindly Jade.
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You are welcome.
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A beautiful poem!
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Thank you Sadje.
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You’re welcome 😉
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Your closing lines are killer; like the yarn imagery.
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Thank you Glenn.
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This is such a great take on the prompt. Fragile threads seem to be what hold us all together!
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Yes indeed. Thank you Dwight for your comments.
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Lovely quadrille. 🙂
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Thank you!
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A lovely poem!
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Thank you!
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You weave with words of how love knits souls together…and leaves us perfectly unraveled.
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Thank you so much Lynn.
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My pleasure 🙂
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My wife is a master weaver Linda, she says every good weave has a flaw somewhere — that is how you know it was made with love and care by hand.
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How cool! Thank you for sharing that Rob. I appreciate imperfections.
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The imagery of fabrics, weaving and wearing is beautifully done.
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Thank you for your lovely words Jane.
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🙂
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Beautifully woven words and images.
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Thank you!
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The image of the hank of yarn tumbling down the stairs, unravelling, tangling….Just an excellent metaphor here!
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Thank you Lillian!
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WiRed for Love Each String Rose
Fret to Lose NoW as A Symphony
Becomes ‘Them’ An Orchestra of ‘Us’
still the Music is Ours
Still the Song We Create
More the Love We continue
to Note
Deep
within
Always
Them
as Us We Dance
Sing Free to Be LoVE
Our Own MuSiC NoW..:)
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🙂
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Wired for love, entangled in that cage, freedom? Only a good yarn, but brightly colored.
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SMiLes Lona.. Soul
Cages Breathe
In and
Hope
Fully out
Good to see
You on the
dVerse Trail
My FriEnd Hope
You are Breathing
Freely
To
Be
All of You..:)
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Intermittently. 🙂
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To
Flow..:)
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I like the way this mirrors an old ballad. (K)
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Thank you!
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You explore the anxiety and fragility of love so eloquently! I love your extended metaphor of unraveling, and how evocative that imagery is!
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Thank you Frank.
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My pleasure, Linda!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks Chuck!
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Beautifully crafted ♥️
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Thank you!
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Absolutely, my pleasure
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