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Spool of Thread
by John Herlihy → (All Poetry by John Herlihy)
Wednesday, June 28, 2023 Rated "G" by the Author.

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-- Spool of Thread -- John Herlihy At birth, a spool of thread tightly bound, With the first breath, the spool unbound. We see ourselves as a fabric tightly knit, We don’t see that a thread is slightly slit. The hour-glass image and sands of time, A fulsome life, measuring a destiny mine. At first, time’s sands drain moments quick, The sands disappear, as a fire on the wick. As threads unwind, we don’t notice at first, Life moves ever onward, a poem well versed. Soon, infancy, childhood, youth are missing, Not missed in the flush of maturity’s blessing. The thread now running its course, oh so thin, Soon nothing will be left, a feeling oh so grim, With the thread unwound, the husk done away. No one will notice unbound threads on the tray, - - - - - - Copyright © John Herlihy Monday 26 July 2021

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on August 27, 2023

A FINE WORK, JOHN! I LOVE THE RHYME AND FORM WITH THE COMPARING OF A SPOOL OF THREAD TO LIFE BEING QUITE UNIQUE. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on June 29, 2023

Rather profound, but also profoundly bleak. Perhaps that thread becomes tightly tying or sewing up some great work of art, who knows.

I guess that's why I titled my biography, Hanging by a Thread. We have a wonderful nervous system that runs from our brain to our toes. All we have to do is just, think, to move a single toe and it moves in the direction we want. And in an instant, allowing our toes to enable us to run 100 m in less than 10 seconds. When we reach old age, our toes no longer get the message and we reach for a walker. The spinal thread grows very thin and weak.

But your brain, creating this poem, shows me that it's not wearing thin and losing its threads anytime soon.

Ron

Reviewed by Mystic Rose

Reviewed on June 28, 2023

we are like fine pieces of thread, unspooled but still with the capacity to tie again, :)

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Sweet John! I'm loving your analogy of "life" to "threads"........Oh! That "poem well versed"........a Poet's dream!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Elisabeth Barstowe

How beautiful. Reminds me of the norse mythology, the norns weaving the threads of life and in so overseeing the destiny of all, ready with the scissor when a destiny has run its course.