Weightless Tapestry Poem by John Ackerman

Weightless Tapestry



Theirs is a strange art, the weaving of
Air and sound into a weightless tapestry
hanging in the church, a vibrating cloth free
of sorrows that clothes men with God's love

Strange, strange is the shuttle of sound that moves
In and out, out and in around the key
thread of beats in time, that time that he
draws to weave a cloth of sound for another

This is the strangest art, weaving of time

and sound into a cloth one cannot feel
with the hands; we can only touch
It with the ears and soul. A rime
Is a poor needle with which to thread such

A cloth. How can such a needle seal?

Weightless Tapestry
Sunday, June 10, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty,love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Denis Mair 11 June 2018

THE SHUTTLE OF SOUND/ THAT MOVES IN AND OUT, OUT AND IN AROUND THE KEY... Yes, it is wonderfully strange that sound serves as both warp and weft. This happens because the mind can track sound and appreciate its coherence. I believe that other art forms also have marvelous ways of capturing the sedimentation of time. Contemplation proceeds across time, then presents its fruits in a crystalline vessel (in words) . The presentation is synchronic, but appreciation unfolds diachronically.

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