I see the threads,
the warp and weft.
Grains of a story
the maker left.
Galloping horses,
soaring birds.
Flames and sunlight,
haunting words.
Tapestry woven,
with skill and with care.
Imbued with fine detail
for those that will stare,
at the pictures it conjures,
for all those that can 'see'
the patterns and meanings.
Like you. . . and like me.
the warp and weft.
Grains of a story
the maker left.
Galloping horses,
soaring birds.
Flames and sunlight,
haunting words.
Tapestry woven,
with skill and with care.
Imbued with fine detail
for those that will stare,
at the pictures it conjures,
for all those that can 'see'
the patterns and meanings.
Like you. . . and like me.
As soon as I saw this image it reminded me of laying on the floor looking at the patterns in an intricate woven rug, or maybe a tapestry, and seeing the pictures that my mind always makes when looking at random patterns. (My bedroom curtains when I was a child were a real feast for my imagination!)
So you read what I saw. What did you see?
So you read what I saw. What did you see?
10 comments:
Oh, you can 'see' alright!♥
Beautiful Sussanah, but then again, I would not have expected less!
I too saw movement, horses and waving wheat fields and maybe even a waving flag.
Your poem catches the movement very well.
Thanks everyone. :-)
And Friko, I like what you saw, I could see it too.
A beautifully woven piece!
Thanks very much Mama Zen and Laurie. :-)
I 'saw' a tapistry too, but you brought it to life for me ;-)
Great minds think alike Carolina! ;-)
Good to see you again.
I saw a Phoenix rising from the flames and ashes to soar to her freedom in the sky once more.
Dayfreamer - I can definitely see that! Thanks for visiting. :-)
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