I have this lovely yarn, rainbow dyed but subtle, and I love knitting it. But I took the second skein to wind into a ball and within seconds it was a dreadful tangle. Took me hours to unravel the mess and wind it up.I kept wondering if it reflected my state of mind until I realized I was really enjoying myself.
bright tangled yarn–
gently freeing each strand
my thoughts wind a ball
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The mania for comparison is certainly a byproduct of my years practicing poetry. But these things seemed to put themselves together–unaided by me:
vase of cattails
from the Farmer’s Market–
my old cat’s black tail
