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He’s Like A Shawl

He’s Like A Shawl

 

He’s like a shawl she seeks comfort in

The shawls edges are a bit tattered and torn

It is patched and easily seen through and while

It’s stained in places most will never see,

 

The shawl is beautifully woven in muted hues.

Fogged bridle paths burn away in sunlight

Inviting heat within the stark coolness

The interwoven golden threads show the way.

 

This is an ordinary shawl like those shes found

While searching garage sales looking

For the elusive rare treat that will make her rich

She’s found the unexpected within the ordinary.

 

She gladly wears its rough texture

Bound in it’s strongly woven fibers

Tightly wrapped around her shoulders she’ll

Ward off winters chill upon her upturned face .

 

Selena Howard © 2011

My 1st ever conceit poem

2 Comments leave one →
  1. February 5, 2012 8:19 pm

    I enjoyed this, Selena. The Navajo recently gave Ethel a shawl to show their respect for her putting up with me and my work with tribal colleges all these years, so I have just recently been reacquainted with the meaning of the shawl and its role as swirling wings that lift dancers into the good path of balance and beauty. I find myself thanking you again for a poem.

  2. February 5, 2012 8:33 pm

    Thank you Thomas, I love the comfort of a shawl, the protection they offer, they are of great significance to me~ Selena

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