Thursday, May 3, 2012

Threads (poem)


Could we but give our souls a voice
Loud enough for those who doubt to hear
We'd sing of summersongs within our hearts
Hearing them echo in return.

But soft words
Sometimes become weapons
Turned against us by those we hold dear
We watch our worlds crash around us,
Left to sweep up the pieces.

The threads that keep us together are thin
Woven in strands of fate and chance
A web which bends in the breeze
But is rarely strong enough
To hold against a fleeting wind.

Yet fleeting winds and fleeting moments
Are all we have
And all we cling to.
Forever hopeful
That those moments
Will never end. Registered & Protected


  1. "Forever hopeful that those moments will never end." Always. Beautiful image as well.

  2. "Loud enough for those who doubt to hear"

    Love that line.

  3. I really like the line, "Loud enough for those who doubt to hear"
    Lovely poem, Barry =]