She unceasingly weaves
Her hopes and dreams
From fibers and threads
In beautiful hues and lines
As she weaves like the wind
The threads and fibers
Are her bread and butter
And all who depend on her.
It produces silk from itself
A thread as strong as steel
As it ornately weaves its web
It secured a safety line
Of its own
And traps and wraps
Its prey to survive.
It collects bits and pieces
Of myriad dried things
From leaves of grasses
To leaves and bark of trees
And weaves them
With precision
As safety nest
Of its hatchlings.
As the weavers
Draw their strings
For another day
Each of them
Has her own preference
On how to survive.
Copyright 2017, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
A poem great by all means, I want to rate this poem but there is some fault, I cannot rate any poem by anyone.
Her own preference! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
What a great tapestry maker Mother Nature must be! She arranges for fitting strands to be available when the little weavers do their work!
Your poem portrays vividly the sad plight of the village based weavers' life all over the world. Words over lines- A well woven poem Rose Marie 10+
Ever so moving and so powerfully written! .. Thank you ever so much for sharing this! .. Ever so many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ..................................+++++
The last line is haunting, the weaver is trapped in a perpetual habit, in which there is little room to escape, if it stops weaving, then what is the function, the weavers meaning is their work, their profession is their substance.
A thread as strong as steel - wonderful line, could describe every hard working women in this world, whose work goes persistently painstaking at the expense of being appreciated. A weaver spends so much time crafting objects of value that they invest not only their lives but their very souls into their work, the fiber of their being is the fiber that holds the tapestry together.
It produces silk from itself A thread as strong as steel As it ornately weaves its web It secured a safety line Of its own And traps and wraps Its prey to survive......nice poetic expression. To survive is great matter. It is a beautiful poem with its nice essence. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I experienced to weave its so hard but its so challenging I love reading your poem keep it up