This poem is the original version of Cut from the same Cloth. The word woven connected the idea of my wife and I being bound by a greater force.

We are woven together like threads of cotton

Rough textures braided between silk

A blind man’s fingers could explain our silence

The quiet joy and predictable anger

Good times intermixed with times hard to forget

Those periods when you brought me down, I prepared to drown

The times you were drowning and you fought against saving

When our fabric was cut away, our DNA remained the same

Drawn to each other like lack is to plenty

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  • Starpisces on Sep 23, 2010

    a unique and cool poem. Btw, Lewis, I thought I have commented this earlier, or maybe you resubmitted? My earlier comment not there.
    But this is not important, most important is for me to say “well done”.

  • drelayaraja on Sep 23, 2010

    Great one :)

  • ashan1614 on Sep 23, 2010

    This is a unique way to describe the good and bad, ups and downs of our human relationships. But when we are bound by love, we find a way to hold onto each other despite everything else.

  • Ethics0006 on Sep 23, 2010

    Nice Post

  • Christine Ramsay on Sep 23, 2010

    You have expressed the ups and downs of married life so well in this poem. Good work.

    Christine

  • cardy on Sep 23, 2010

    A lovely poem excellent work!

  • giftarist on Sep 24, 2010

    Very well written with expressive remarks.

  • Goodselfme on Sep 29, 2010

    An extremely well crafted poem with depth of meaning, nice flow and a strength well explained.thank you.

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