One of the most amazing things I find about strings are that as they stretch and pull they fray a little, and in doing so, they touch more. Some might think that would make a string less strong, and in essence this is true, but when other strings are combined with it... it becomes strong again, and actually stronger than the original string. (It is like when I am braiding my Haitian daughters' hair and their hair hasn't been relaxed...it tends to not be smooth, but rather looks a little frayed. It is much harder to braid their hair when it is that way because it easily twists and binds to the other hairs, and in the end... I need no elastics to hold the braids bound at the ends.) When we join our strings with others, no matter how frayed we may think it is... we become stronger and more resilient and can lift and help one another.
All of that is really not what my original thought was though... hee, hee... My original thought was that I am always amazed at how even the slightest bit of our strings that touch others seem to come full circle. We don't meet others by chance. I have seen far too many times where a seemingly insignificant chance meeting of someone has come back to have far greater significance in my life at a later date. Those little frayed edges of our strings and all that they touch may be what saves us someday down the road.

Sorry for the ramble...Maybe there is something coherent in there somewhere.
Cryssa :~)

You strung me along to the very end, and made me laugh. I never knew string could be so thought provoking. Maybe I need to re-think this new string philosophy. lol

God bless you,
Kathy

I want a string...! Cool writing, Kate. I enjoyed it very much, as your words kept wrapping around me...like string.

Kate, you strung me right along there on an intangible thread of possibilities -- 'til the string broke, it was quite a ride -- may peace and love be always with you my dear friend -- Jon Michael

you weave your words like a tailor of idea, even better, a designer of concept ... your poem is tied together with strings of colorful metaphor and imagery ... pieced together nicely ...

Interesting write, Kate. Excellent concatenation of thoughts. Way to imagine! String has proven very little, yet promises to be the theory of everything. Some nice imagination going around in this!! Am I reading some sarcasm too, or is that just me :)

Kate, you always amaze me with how diverse your work is...I've just now learned about Amber's challenge as I've been away....interesting take on it from you!

...strings that bind, that entwine, that tangle... and above of all, a nice stream (string) of thought. Here, I'm in a state of muddle-brained confusion, so I'd prefer to read than write right now. However, I too have a string theory. It's far too complicated to recap here, but I've posted it as a short story: "Chocolate Potatoes". This week I touched it up some and re-posted it. Anyways, I always find it odd and amazing how different minds from across the world will capture the same word or similar ideas in the same time frame--world word thought vibrations.
It's probably those proverbial (stolen) butterfly wings unfolding, starting new currents -- watchout! Hurricane of thoughts coming your way...

There's Pam Ayres whimsy and projection here, Kate, and the humour both self-effacing and ironic. Those blasted string bags bring back a wet morning - Murphy ordained it wet of course - when all gave and my just-purchased potatoes, onions and oranges rolled amok...ah those were the days!
This I love!

John

interesting take on this theme, i like it

Well, what can I say? sucking spaghetti is not my thing, although, with a good sauce...

Georg

Kate I love your entry to the challenge, totally different from your normal style but as always you refine it with a tongue in cheek smile that the reader can only describe as endearing. Especially loved the second verse.
Fee

Forget string or limp spaghetti (pasta always starts out hard and long) when we got bungee cords...attach them to our brain stems and keep attached to each other that way...e

And I have been that cardboard cylinder of which string is wrapped around this way and that, the state of life is geometrical in this way of thinking...we get cross-wise, length-wise and tangled, but the kite flies as free as the eagles! Yeah, string, Baby, is where it's at...!!!

Love,
Sage

What an imingiation and capability to give us glimpses into it!!

You got me tied up in this but I strung along and became entwined. Nice piece to add to Ambers challenge and no, as long as women are around they will string us men along and there is no end to that. Loved it. Gotta boil some spaghetti tonight and if you're on the other end I'll not be surprised.

Georgexx

Spirit Sister, you have written a superb Poem. String theory, I love this, I mentioned the other day to my friend that is trying to release a man that makes her crazy...I told her that she was a ball at the end of an elastic paddle board..You know the ones that kids play with...Every time she interacts with her ex-husband it makes her bounce back and hit a wall. It made us laugh but the theory of it made sense..
I enjoyed reading your String Right Here, Right Now poem as always Kate you know how to write a very intriguing poem!

Much peace, love and light,
Amber

Strings and things - twang went the big bang! Patrick

It's funny you should mention string because earlier this month I blogged here on AD about a 7 year old girl that rightly schooled me on string geometry.

Cheers,
Dan