Weaving Poem by soren Barrett

With strands of yesterday, selected colors weave a new garment
Short and long threads of the past are interlaced into today's robe
Some in tweed of varying colors, twill, satin with plaid and paisley patterns
Threads of broken dreams woven from fragments of stretched memories, form a cloak for the eye
Reality tied in knots hidden on the back side of today's rough cloth
Here irritation is felt but not seen, the itch of memory's wool hidden
Occasionally noticed in scratches and under breath mutters
From scraps a suit of the past is formed