stuck unravelling

[Delta40]

Knots unravel in my palm
Weav'd twine loosens the twill
I stand in a road of passing
A veil my only comfort

To speak of love so strange
Like a clay pot made of flowery holes
As if it would nourish life
Like a market place at dawn

The smallest knot is tangled
To leave me unknown
neath my thatched roof
I pray the rain will not fret
in tune with my sorrow.

[firefangled]

Beautifully written, Delta. There is such solitude and pain in the last stanza.

[PrinceMyshkin]

You speak of "unravelling" but in doing so ravel so fine a poem!

[qimissung]

"I pray the rain will not fret in tune with my sorrow." My favorite line...

[Delta40]

Thank you everyone. I have asked also in Final Ending whether these poems still sound like me - I was under sedation when I wrote them and I am curious whether we tap into a place that has a different feel to it.

[Virgil]

Reminds me of Emily Dickenson. Very good Delta. :)

[Pendragon]

The smallest knot is tangled
To leave me unknown
neath my thatched roof
I pray the rain will not fret
in tune with my sorrow.

As always, it is your strong closing stanza that makes the poem for me!