The Treasures of Her Day

The woman sits down in her chair at dusk
Having harvested the treasures of her day;
The paddle board and kayak stowed
Nothing remained but the words’ flow.

For many years, she wove a blanket
With certain colors and particular patterns
As seen in a book or demanded by masters. Yet,

The treasures of her day spoke different tones,
Exposed unique designs only she could see.
Time came, time went. Patience’s virtue
Slowly became the value she needed most.

The moon rose to offer its reflections.
At last, she had harvested the threads
With hues and their complements discovered

In the patterns of conversations, something
Undesigned at last but to be assembled
One stitch at at time. A life she could weave
Together with the moon’s reflection, the season

Inviting her inside out to dance: Stars,
As they point to a story yet to be told,
Ask the teller to weave for them her color.

15 thoughts on “The Treasures of Her Day

  1. S Francis says:

    I have been well, been focused on spending quality time with my children the past couple of weeks and so have kept WP low on the priority list. Will be getting back to it next week, or maybe even as early as later this week.

    Thank you for your kind remarks, writing from another’s perspective really liberates the mind and opens up new ideas.

    I really like this poem, and I am glad it is being received well…

    Have a good day, Chuck!!

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  2. -Eugenia says:

    This is an outstanding piece! I love the last stanza “Inviting her inside out to dance: Stars,
    As they point to a story yet to be told, Ask the teller to weave for them her color.” Bravo!

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  3. thereluctantpoet says:

    I like to do that also. Put myself in someone else’s position, head etc. Gives one a different perspective.
    Loved the lines – “In the patterns of conversations, something
    Undesigned at last but to be assembled
    One stitch at at time. A life she could weave
    Together with the moon’s reflection, the season”
    Great post!!! Bravo!!

    How have you been, My Friend?? Well, I am hoping?? You will keep us all posted??

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  4. S Francis says:

    Thank you. This one felt good to write, taking me out of my own head into that of a friend whose story inspired me and encouraged me. I am glad you enjoyed reading it as well, and am grateful, as always, for your reflections.

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  5. S Francis says:

    Thank you. This one felt good to write, taking me out of my own head into that of a friend whose story inspired me and encouraged me. I am glad you enjoyed reading it as well, and am grateful, as always, for your reflections.

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  6. MOMENTS says:

    Beautifully expressed. I like the presence of the moon and its reflections in the weaving of the woman. Love this: “A life she could weave/ Together with the moon’s reflection, the season”. The last stanza is very beautiful too.

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