a journey, of sorts

“the ways of karma are very strange”

shining, complex, gold-threaded knot

years in the making, travels

it its gloriousness, on exhibit

in its struggles, not easily un-done

tightening, pulling, scraping

stuck

sparkling bauble adhered to a ring,

a ball on a chain

tiny crevices gathering bits of dirt

and forgetting

source and purpose

thread of life,

simple, singular, golden

fluid

yet strong –

with utility and purpose

holding together

divine tapestries

knot,

coming undone with less pulling,

gentle, strategic, loosening,

allowing curving

of stringy spinal structure

less emphasis on the gold

centering instead on

what is inside

thread

happening

in no time at all

Copyright © 2013 Nan P.

[Written for We Write Poems. The prompt was to write a protagonist poem (9th poem in a series of 10 on a protagonist on a journey -- and I have jumped into this series at poem 9 when the journey is nearly done.) How has the journey changed the protagonist? The suggestion was to be mystical. I guess my protagonist is a knot. I wrote this quickly, and it needs more work -- but it is a start, anyway. I spent some time reflecting on my choice of verb tenses . . . some gerunds, some progressive "ings" -- both choices purposeful -- and some present tense. I am not sure about these choices, but for now will stay with them.]