Nikolai Tarasuk

(Lyndonville, NY, USA)


Poem by Nikolai Tarasuk

We are the weavers, you and I,
Who tend the looms with ease;
The rainbow strands we pick and try,
Always the eye to please. Cascades of filaments align—
See the warp threads emboss!
At angles right the woof they cross,
Icons to make of twine. As slides the shuttle to and fro,
Muted trills softly go;
Then scan the tapestry we try,
The broken ends to tie. Yes, dexterous, we the weavers be,
The looms we tend with care
To weave the fabrics fine and fair
For everyone to see. The threads of life are ours to choose,
To weave and wisely use;
Sheer threads of love we interlace
To bond and hold in place. 5-7-97
Medina, New York

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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