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A Single Strand of Golden Yellow (Other) by Aetius (In imitation of Kay Ryan's "A Hundred Bolts of Satin")
All you
have to snag
is one
loop
and the life
unravels
all the way back.
It seems
to have been
a sweater.
There seems
to have been
a pattern.
The yarn
that you
end up with
cannot reveal
it: a skein of
maroon wool,
for example,
several yards
of blue,
a single strand
of golden yellow â
perhaps you
were less
bright than
you imagined.
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Posted: February 27, 2007 8:41 AM PST; Last modified: February 27, 2007 8:41 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 7804 Comments:
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Dovina @ 75.82.86.162
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27-Feb-07/3:53 PM
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It goes along well in the first half. Then the logic of yarn that was once a sweater being like a person thinking she's less bright than she imagines, escapes me.
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Aetius @ 206.169.229.114
> Dovina
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20-Mar-07/1:48 PM
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I cannot express in words just how humorous I find it that you automatically apply the feminine pronoun to the poem, as if assuming that I would only consider a woman to be less bright than imagined.
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Dovina @ 208.127.114.121
> Aetius
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20-Mar-07/6:40 PM
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Itâs because my mother and grandmother both worked with knitting yarn; my father and grandfather never did. In fact, my grandmother would unravel worn-out sweaters, salvage the usable yarn, and wind it into skeins for new projects.
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-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 63.212.164.106
> Dovina
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20-Mar-07/9:05 PM
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It seems we have a Weaver in our midst. Quick! Ephialtes! Sound the Nudity Alarum and make ready the Loom. It is only a matter of time now...
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Dovina @ 208.127.114.215
> -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
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21-Mar-07/10:32 AM
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My grandmother tried to make knitters and crocheters out my sister and me. She had no loom, and never wove more than tales. My sister learned; I rebelled. Ephialtes of Athens would have been appalled.
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Stephen Robins @ 213.146.148.199
> Dovina
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22-Mar-07/8:48 AM
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"She had no loom, and never wove more than tales" is the most ball tighteningly erotic imagery.
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Dovina @ 208.127.114.102
> Stephen Robins
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22-Mar-07/2:08 PM
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Really? I'd have expected "my father and grandfather never did" to yield this reaction.
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Stephen Robins @ 213.146.148.199
> Dovina
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23-Mar-07/2:13 AM
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Your Father and Grandfather evoke the imagery of two men utterly disgusted that their genes could produce such a monstruously lesbian child/grandchild.
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Dovina @ 208.127.114.223
> Stephen Robins
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23-Mar-07/10:27 AM
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Apparently, in your fumbling bum-toweled manner, you have confused my species with Crepidula fornicata.
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-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 63.212.164.106
> Dovina
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22-Mar-07/11:15 AM
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But it is Ephialtes of Trachis who tends The Loom Of Lost Souls... as punishment for his treachery. Ephialtes of Athens is neither here nor there.
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Dovina @ 208.127.114.102
> -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
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22-Mar-07/2:06 PM
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So how did he fare when Zionist Rebel made an attempt on The Loom of Lost Souls?
I love this kind of "other verse" I write alot of it...I will post my sweater poem soon as well...it was written many moons ago...:) Bethy
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