The Feeling of Felt
The Opposite of Unraveling
Pantoum #122
Where is my grain?
Life is matted together.
My warp and weft have left,
Leaving the feeling of felt stuck to itself.
Life is matted together—
strands of now fused to long ago.
Leaving the feeling of felt stuck to itself.
No tangled threads to untie.
Strands of now fused to long ago,
My warp and weft have left—
No tangled threads to untie.
Where is my grain?
INVITATION:
Trace the grain of something worn, woven, or weathered. Let your hands remember. Write or draw what holds even when the weave is gone.
See you tomorrow for #123,
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