And while she was

clawing out

the sub conscious ponderings

on definition a, b or c

of her defeated-ness,

she saw their labyrinthine thread

had finally severed.


Her heart stilled,

begging for calibration,

a gentle reworking –

the intricate cut-outs of their pain

into simple shapes.


(this beautiful song, and video of estranged brothers reunited)

23 thoughts on “skein

  1. ivor20 says:

    A gloriously insightful poem Vanessa, and this piece is especially more superb,
    “Her heart stilled,
    begging for calibration,”
    I can’t play the music yet, my my computer is broken !!

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      1. ivor20 says:

        I had a lovely birthday weekend, going to see my niece April Foster sing in an Opera production was special, ☺️☺️
        My brother is coming this afternoon, to try and fix it

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  2. Steve Simpson says:

    Loved this enigmatic piece, Vanessa. I read it a few times, thought about sorrow, symbols and recalibration, and about buying a super vine rake. Finally my record player told me There’s nothing you can know that isn’t known. Good one, record player.

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    1. saynotoclowns says:

      Thank you so much Steve. I’m honoured if you love anything I write. I seriously laughed out loud when I read the rake comment you slipped in there. And your record player was obviously referring to the expert way Mr Helpful Guy was using the rake… 🙂

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