stitch

Clotho's thread pulls tight,
binding separate pieces.
Divine tapestry.

w.i.t.

truth takes many forms-
sometimes it smiles, makes you laugh
until your sides hurt.

signs

Steel and glass mingle
work of industrial art
and make it so clear

mutton

This is my attempt at an English sonnet... let me know if I have two left feet.


you look and see a lost and found beige ram,
his grazing diff'rent since the day he strayed,
led back by He who died a man, a lamb,
Whose fold is true, and staff, relief prepaid.

I speak with sheep and yes, we bleat today.
we'll lie with lions, just you wait and see
last night I tried to shear it all away.
forgot how big a golden fleece can be.

the dreams don't show from all the counting tried.
the wool I pull still veils my hazel view
I love the flock, try not to stand and hide.
a meadow, fences disappear - and ewe.

do you remember just what Mary had--
advice given Bo Peep when she was sad?