Separate Strands
written by: Michael Ball
@whirred
Nestling parallel on a silver plated tray,
strands abound and astound all who see.
Thread, string, yarn and rope side by side
strands are for examination and wonder.
Stories of pasts perfect and imperfect,
strands of hopes pending or possible
hold histories much as the counting strings
of ancient people recorded events.
The threads and fine strings promise tatting.
— the mundane knotted into elegant lace.
Blond baby locks next to dark adult waves
are a biography of a child’s evolution.
Michael Ball scrambled from daily and weekly papers through business and technical pubs. Satisfaction and feeling like a writer came through blogging and podcasting, mostly political. Born in OK and raised in rural WV, he became more citified in Manhattan and Boston. He joined the Hyde Park Poets Workshop two years ago, and will never again write a manual or help system. He has moderate success placing poems in print and online.
Latest posts by Michael Ball (see all)
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