Weaver of Words

Weaver of Words

Words weave through
the tapestry of my life.

Travelling within the threads
lies a hidden language,
sanded under time.

It speaks to me
of a story I heard    long ago.

History owns the language,
therefore, the storyteller.

To excavate truth I unpick stitches,
learn to interweave words,
revising them to my own speech.

And what of these woven words?

Hidden histories hemmed in,
words that were not truth,
words that were not the real thing,
noises utterances that’s all.
Names given to my
feelings, thoughts, expressions.

Words open to misinterpretation,
words so often misunderstood    by a child.

A climate of constriction clutches
at my limitation of words.

What of the feelings
that resisted words?
What of them?
The invisible needle marks
concealed within the rules of grammar.

The sway of my pen
holds mastery
for whom?

The spoken word,
the written word,
rambling mad irrational words.
Weapons yes,
love affairs    of course!

As each drama unfolds
in spellbinding raptures,
words capture their audience.

I’m paying close attention
to the re-stitching of my canvas,
carefully selecting my words
as poets do.

For I desire to create
colourful embroidery,
choosing words to shape and form my life,

for I am the words I weave.

Copyright © Deborah Gregory 2015
Image Credit: Google Images

Postscript: I’m returning to novel writing for the next few months so will be scribbling away in the background. Thank you so much for all your wonderful and inspirational support these past nine months. Bright spring wishes to all, Deborah.

30 thoughts on “Weaver of Words

  1. Beautiful, so simply you convey the delicacy and importance and yet inadequacy of our language in order to convey life. I love especially the last few stanzas, reminding me of how we represent ourselves with our words.

    I have a lot of catching up to do, your posts are always a great read. Thank you for sharing your gift. Best of wishes–Lindsey V.

    1. Thank you so much Lindsey for your beautiful gift of words, please know they’ve been warmly received. I love your own elegant and graceful portrayal of words, you’re a true wordsmith! Although I’m away from my blog for the next few months working on my novel, I’ll always reply to comments as I’m only scribbling away in the background. Ha-ha! It was wonderful to ‘see’ you this morning … lol, looking so demonic! Happy writing my dear friend. Bright spring wishes, Deborah.

  2. Gosh, what a wonderful kaleidoscope of imagery, concepts and music, Deborah 🙂 I feel a swooshing and swirling of colourful vibrations in my mind 🙂

    Btw: Can’t wait to read the novel when it comes out.

    Love & blessings, Sam 🙂

    1. Thank you so much Sam for your wonderful, and most encouraging words re poem and my forthcoming novel, truly appreciated. Hope all’s well with you. Oh my goddess I love your ‘swooshing and swirling’ vibrations! Beautiful. Love and blessings, Deborah 🙂 🙂

  3. This is a tapestry was my first reaction Deborah. It’s delicate, yet strong. It puts into words the intricacies of the mysteries of life. I read a post today in which the author quoted Virginia Woolf in her Letters in which she was saying about style and that rhythm is key … I immediately think of your words and the rhythm contained in them – never a beat missed, perfect harmony. Thank you this is beautiful.

    1. Thank you so much Susan for your beautiful words, I’m blown away. What’s more to be even mentioned in the very same sentence as VW is a huge compliment! Your wonderful, kind-hearted reply is surely heaven-sent … I’m all smiles. 🙂 

      At the moment I’m away from my blog, supposedly novel-writing … so will be catching up with my wonderful friends on my return. Hope you’ve had the most fantastic holiday ever, already looking forward to letter Z! Blessings always, Deborah.

  4. Stunning beauty, Deborah. It brought me to this memory from 1967: When I went west toward graduate school and Vic flew east to Germany, I sobbed night and day. Was that it? Would I ever see him again? He hadn’t committed. I did not know. I went to Grandma’s house. She fretted over me and offered me her tools–white cotton, an embroidery hoop, and a box of colorful thread. I created a cartoon image of Vic with his red beard and black curls, me with my long straight hair and short dress, dancing, arms flung wide, big smiles, holding hands, saying yes to each other and the world. I mailed it to Vic in Germany. When he saw it, he stopped being afraid and knew he loved me.

    You make images like that with your words. Images that open hearts and change minds. “For I desire to create colourful embroidery,/ choosing words to shape and form my life,/ for I am the words I weave. Thank you, Word Weaver.

    1. I absolutely love your ‘needlework’ story Elaine! Thank you so much for sharing it and for your truly delightful observations on my poetry. How wonderful, I feel that your beautiful, colourful ‘embroidery’ certainly worked its heart-magic back then as it brought you and Vic deeply together. I want to shout out, ‘Grandma, well she knew best!’ What a wise and wonderful woman she must’ve been.

      A cartoon, an animation, how interesting … with the ‘anima’ and ‘animus’ ‘mating,’ Oh my goddess you couldn’t make it up! For it seems as if you sent Vic the most perfect picture of integration you could, with the pair of you (both internally … anima/animus and externally … you/Vic) happily, holding hands and dancing together. Wow! That’s an amazing, beautiful and dreamlike story. Blessings always, Deborah.

  5. Deborah, that’s beautifully put.

    Since my first love in life is poetry, I do believe your lines would be beautiful as tattoos. Thank you for sharing and good luck with your new book.

    1. Wow, you’re talking ‘tattooed tapestries’ I’m blown away! That’s such an awesome comment … thank you so much soulcatcher for totally making my day! Sending you a virtual hug right now, Deborah.

  6. “To excavate truth I unpick stitches, learn to interweave words, revising them to my own speech” – a genius way to express the way you changed your life over the years and how you had to form your own version of the truth. Yet also, weaver of words taken literally is indeed what you are as a poet – your poetic use of words is sublime Deborah!

    Good luck with the novel writing – will you be posting an excerpt here I wonder?

    1. Thank you so much for your wonderful comment Sophia, much appreciated. I’m truly humbled by your generosity. I interwove these words with my muse in full flow, one bright spring morning … steadfastly this remains one of my favourite poems.

      Re: Novel writing, yes I’m hoping to post an excerpt on my blog later this year. Hmm, I’ll have to put up a separate page for the book. If ever needed, do remember I’m always around … you’ll always find me scribbling away in the background. Blessings, Deborah.

  7. Hi Deborah, I think decrypting hidden language is your life’s purpose. This is highly original, polished work. As you know I’m mad about this poem and keep my bookmark on the page. Every line is overflowing with insight and wisdom. The final realisation; a profound truth. With great storytelling, “Dear Poet,” you’ve hatched an ingenious plot inside this poem. By the way, how’s the novel going? All the best, Liz.

    1. Many thanks Liz for all your support and wonderful comment. Please know that I’m always humbled by your ‘own’ kind-hearted ‘woven words.’ Ha-ha! ‘Decrypting hidden language’ you’re so totally spot on with one! Teary, and proud moment when I read you bookmark the page. Thank you dear friend.

      Re: novel, during spring and the early summer months I’m hoping to return to ‘The Bad Shepherd’ so things may get a bit quiet for a while on my poetry blog, while I’m scribbling away in the background. The framework, story is finished. The ‘padding out’ process comes next. Blessings, Deborah.

  8. this is superb deborah. your poem reads like a dream. you write for many with your beautiful embroidery of words. suzie x

  9. Such a graceful expression of such profound truths. I especially love “The sway of my pen holds mastery for whom?” It has me thinking about how words are born from the ‘prehistoric’ images, feelings, impressions, emotions, instinctual urges that form the bedrock of the psyche. And about how there is a reciprocal relationship between the inner non-verbal images and experiences (the ‘hidden language sanded under time’?) and the manifested formed words so that together images and words are both the servants and masters, the created and the creators of consciousness: “the tapestry of my life.” And about how “…paying close attention to the re-stitching of my canvas” is the critical element with the power to create an original work of art of my life.

    Thank you. Your words and the images they evoke have furnished me yet another enjoyable opportunity for deep reflection. Blessings, Jeanie

    1. Oh the very richness, and the abundance of your words! Thank you so much Jeanie for such a delectable bounty of them … I shall be feasting now for days! I absolutely love, love, love your whole exploration around those inner non-verbal images and your thoughts on how words are born. Pure creativity, you’re such a wonderful muse dear lady! This poet’s heart’s all ablaze … wanting to pick up my pen and search ‘below’ for ‘words not yet born.’ Oh my goddess what an inspiration you are! Blessings, Deborah.

  10. Deborah, this happens to be one of my FAVOURITE poems of yours!!!
    Where do I begin? ? You’re like the most fantastic poet ever!!
    This poem says much about your entire approach to writing itself.
    Every time these lines always stop me in my tracks, they are..
    “What of the feelings
    that resisted words?
    What of them?
    The invisible needle marks
    concealed within the rules of grammar.”
    Wowee…. “The invisible needle marks” that blows my poetry mind!!!
    Great structure all the way through your words, the lines feel held.
    Carried by poet and pen I guess, I cannot explain it really.
    Stunning picture, works well with your interweaved words.
    Must be a painting? ? Really beautiful, the Rose tells the love of writing.
    Right, I’m off to put my pen to paper, well hands to ipad!!
    Thank you dear poet for the inspiration!!!

    1. You’re such a blessing Claire! Thank you so much for your wonderful words on my poem, and your ongoing support, much appreciated. I’m so pleased you enjoyed this one, it’s one of my favourite poems too! The beautiful picture above is a painting which I found earlier on google. The addition of the rose sealed it for me, yes I interpreted it that way too … a love of writing. What you shared about the poet ‘holding the words’ resonates deeply for me. Happy ‘hands to iPad’ writing dear poet! Bright spring wishes, Deborah.

        1. I agree, learning to ‘hold your own words’ as a poet is a real challenge to put into words yet the way you described ‘the lines held’ was wonderful. Thank you for letting me know how you experienced them … ah! now there’s a writing challenge for us both.

  11. Dear Weaver of Words, it’s great to be reading here. I couldn’t resist paying a quick visit this morning to read your marvelous work of art. Deborah, I remember the day you first posted at the other place. All this time later and you’ve lost none of your shine. Simply stunning, I hereby doff my cap to you dear poet! Well, you’ve gone and inspired me to write now..

    1. Oh it’s simply wonderful to see you here again Picasso, thank you so much for your lovely, kind-hearted words. Ha-ha! So pleased to have sparked your pen dear poet! Do let me know how the poetry goes. Happy writing P!

    1. Wow! You were quick of the mark Skip, just adding italics and pauses in (hopefully) all the right places. Thank you so much for your lovely comment and for publishing my poem on your website. Blessings, Deborah.

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