Editor's Note: This is my new piece for the
poetrychallenge , the regularly scheduled Blog has been posponed until I have a chance to write it. K? So, I shall include the poetry thing here for all to read...
Curling up with a Nice Warm Blankie... We are all but a thread -
A thread so fine it is barely visible
Woven into a blanket
That blankets the world much like a bed...
With each thread that is taken
Many more take their place
The blanket grows in warmth
For now we have awaken...
We arise to a new dawn
With each passing minute,
And take with your blanket
Our legacy to pass on...
Those left, their threads
Will keep the future safe
For the generations to come
And the blanket will grow through its many threads...