Cotton reel

I always love how words and pictures can flow seamlessly together to create feelings and take us to new places…  They say a picture speaks a thousand words, maybe a thousand words is too many, surely a few powerful words can give a much stronger story.  The less we have the more our imagination takes over, sometimes for good, sometimes for bad, but it always shows how powerful our minds can be.
THIS COTTON REEL
I felt a tug, and then a pull
And like the spider’s good night’s work in the morning wind
The cotton thread on which I hang, is reeled back in.
What I thought was infinite,
Is finite. No more party streamers
Or ensigns on Ocean liners.
I know I am lucky
To have got this far without snag or break.
Yet I can’t help, I can’t help but wonder….
This cotton reel. My life.
If only I could make it run and run,
I have so much more to weave til i am done.
A poem by Simon Denegri