The Warped Weft

Tapestry

Perhaps it was sudden
A pang
Some wet numbness
A twinkling graininess over that last clear moment
As crisp blue fades to grey

Perhaps it went slowly
A light
Shed on the methodical blackness
Of that darkest of our tightly woven human tapestry
A dawdling, agonizing terror

I cannot imagine
Or perhaps I do not wish to
I have seen blood
The aftermath of cruelties to self and other
I have watched death
Senseless and grave

But your loss
Your public, painful bodily denigration
In the name of a dirty-sacred ideal

A sharp breath in

A sharp mind dulls with
Sorrow
Fear
Depletion

A fading, fraying, fuddled stitch

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#JeSuisParis, and most importantly #JeSuisHumain 

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About Gold Standard Test

Sometimes I work, and sometimes I play. Sometimes I eat, sometimes I've no time. Sometimes I know, most times I'm learning. Sometimes I laugh, at times it's through tears. Sometimes I love, amidst trying and tolerating. I strive to make a mark, but this worlds substance can be hard. And all the while, I do hope it's normal and extraordinary and, above all, enough.

10 comments

  1. Your poem is so wrought with meaning and feeling. Thank you for sharing it with us. Hugs, Barbara

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  2. Fabric of humanity . . . you choose a poignant metaphor. Paris, of course, took me back to the 147 students killed in Kenya in April. When I got that news, that’s exactly how it felt, like an unraveling stitch, being undone. But, a needle can be picked up, though unnaturally heavy now, and a new tapestry woven that may first need to dry from our tears . . . Thank you for sharing.

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    • Thank you for your kind, spot on comment, as always. And, oh goodness, I remember being just sick about the Garissa University College attack – so many young people, such promise lost, and such a disgusting move to specially target female students… I’m just about a decade removed from college, but the thought of being hunted in a dormitory (home!) or on campus among friends and colleagues – sickening. Although I am not a fan of media sensationalism, I do wish there had been more coverage of that tragedy – I don’t think it (or Al Shabab) is too very well known in the Western world. And yet, not a reason for grief shaming regarding the response to this equally ugly tragedy. I continue to naively hope we may someday move beyond all of this brand of base, bloody nonsense and embrace the heterogeneities that make our collective experience so bewitching…

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  3. Thank you for those thoughtful words about our fallen Garissa University stars. So refreshing to hear from someone here in the US who knows about it with some depth! By the way, you do not hope alone; being half Scottish and half Kenyan, heterogeneity is literally in my DNA. The rewards go beyond a weekly menu of Scottish and Kenyan food growing up, but that’s a great place to start . . .

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