A moving apology

I have not forgot,
cyber pals, wise words, black type.
I'll be back soon.

Update

Super quick update to say that The Pimple Continued has been updated again. I have added:

• Jamie and The Special Beans
  - my entry in the GBA(s)F#2 contest with 'Growth' as a theme.
• Putting up the Garden Fence - a poem that popped into my head just before that fateful Champion's League Final last Wednesday.
• Silence - This was inspired by Inspire me Thursday, but I missed the Thursday to post it.
  

My goal for today is to fill in my tax return (which is a bit scary because I have to delve into the Cupboard of Crap to find two specific pieces of paper!), name and rightfully claim my lion, add yet another bit to the beginning of the book and maybe do a bit more of the middle, eat.

Unwoven

After the discussions of whether Haiku's should have titles or not, or whether they should even be written I decided to NOT write another one. I also overcame my fear of Poetry Thursday and tootled over. They have something called a randomizer. So this was my word...

Unwoven

By the time the first frayed thread
snagged on your nail,
that sweater fell over your angles like
a reassuring comfort moulded to your form.

There it lay,
twisted at the back of your drawer,
ready to cosset you,
do your will.

But forced to see
by the pinch of the thread;
to become aware;
the holes materialised,
here and there.

You could have mended
those unraveling gashes.
But were you tired, unhappy,
with its uncompromising yarn;
its unwillingness to fit your changing self?

And as the fibre sliced into flesh,
numbing feeling,
you pulled and pulled,
until the fabric of your life,
slowly became unwoven.

copyright, 2007.Verilion