deep snarls
a weaver will know
that snarls in yarn
beg for slow hands—
our task, to untangle
the clump at the root
finger the knot, roll it
to soften, ease it loose
then stop.
go stand in the garden
smell the moist soil
watch a house finch
snag seed
let your heart rest
now,
return to the work
look closely—can
you tease out an end,
does it go under
or over or around?
don’t touch, not yet
then act with care
be kind to yourself
thread by thread, pick
it out, see it through
2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.
the heart of the matter 
Yes! Great metaphor.
As always, thank you.
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This spoke deeply to my heart. XOXO J
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Just lovely Amrita! May all our tangles be treated with such care.
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Thank you, Jesse! It’s taken a lifetime for me to learn this self-care. Weaving helped!
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PS: thanks for signing up for my poems, Jesse! I sure was sorry this retreat that was supposed to start tomorrow got cancelled. I was planning to go, and looking forward to quiet time away from my busy life.
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