Yarn

[Delta40]

Wait till morning
As dreams wrench and tear their own wings,
my eyes flutter between the fragments
of one existence to another.
Here, in this niche,
tangled yarns beckon me to prise them loose.
Organic thought
Lettuce wilting in the crisper.
Mohair style
Trekking uphill to greet the cool evening.
Angora ply
Lavendar oil applied to the temples.

[MystyrMystyry]

A yarn, a thread, a piece of string - it certainly has the complete effect of a tangle to be unravelled

I put my lettuce up top in a plastic bag these days (not recommending it, just my fridge is a bit wonky and a thermometer revealed it's unevenly cold)

You've captured in all it's subtlety the shifting facets of self-defining moments throughout the day

It's neither too long nor no word wasted and the amount undisclosed between each line becoming more resonant with each passing read

Quite a little tour de force Delta

[PrinceMyshkin]

This has the impact of the fingers of a head-ache tapping at one's temple as a prelude to a full-scale assault.

[blank|verse]

A 'yarn' of course can mean a tale or story as well as piece of thread, and it seems the poem is suggesting the narrator's brain is like a few tangled balls of wool in a sewing box - all these different coloured memories or images at once as the narrator tries to close the box to get to sleep.

It makes for an enjoyably baffling little piece at first, and could induce headaches as Prince suggests, but I don't think that's a bad thing!

[AuntShecky]

I think this is an expression of consciousness--upon waking, especially-- how several "strands"of thought-- like bits of yarn- are all firing their neurons all at once, from the taking in of the natural world (nice conceit of "wings" and "flutter" by the way), to the nagging responsibity of the "real" workaday world (domestic duties, such as taking care of the wilting lettuce in the refrigerator), as well as covering one's own personal needs (or desires), such as dabbing fragrance on her skin.

There is also the double meaning, as Blank Verse pointed out, in the narrative connotation of the world "yarn." Our minds are constantly telling us tales -- several storytellers all yapping at once, none willing to shut up for a second and let just once voice speak. Hence, the "tangled" nature
of our thoughts.

This poem is so very special. It's not often we see complex ideas --such as the nature of consciousness -- expressed in such tangible, referential concrete terms.

This is yet another example why Delta is one of the LitNet's brightest stars!

[Hawkman]

Nice one Delta.

[Delta40]

Thank you all.

It is about waking in the morning.

[IceM]

I very much do see the waking aspect of the poem, perhaps I wouldn't have caught it before.

Your first four lines were the best, moreso the first two, which I found very beautiful.

[Delta40]

I agree Ice M. The first four lines are the best. I actually thought about just having them but I felt too empty inside to stop there. I don't know another way to explain it.

[MorpheusSandman]

I'm not sure this is as headache-inducing as Prince suggests. It basically seems to be a clever piece about the "unraveling" of dreams (and their narratives) as one wakes up, and the attempt to recover (or reconstruct? Reconnect? Undo?) them. I love the "thread" of types of yarn towards the end that connect to the description afterward.