within the weave

the cloth is spread
in all its shades
of darkness
across the table

spread evenly
yet wrinkled
in small spaces

but occasionally
by an errant fold

smooth but
here and there
a thread
so slightly

the cloth is spread
across an empty table


I live
inside a wrinkle
in the smoothness
of a small space
in time

even in the darkness
can find some light

I surprise myself
with the unexpected things I do
as they unfold
into the tidiness
of being

smooth smooth
time runs out
before me
to forever
I stumble

and I fall


I live
this is my cloth
to weave

© Frank Prem, 2017

March 2017 Poem #29: between two words


3 thoughts on “within the weave

  1. interesting images here and definitely hopeful in feeling – sometimes it’s the single thread that can make the whole tapestry come to life …. well done Frank 🙂

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