Woven Like a Fabric

approaching winter awakens

my focus

on yesteryear


the notion of life, society

and the eternal circle

though modernity is still

an infant

struggling to be ever new

confident, even arrogant

each day must be different

manipulated where necessary

yet the seasons, as always


this new age, its shortcomings

the context reassessed

the immortal cycle of birth and death


contradictions that tread a life

are mirrored in the landscape

colours between black and white

weave a fabric

like the fading autumn


the richness of the ordinary

the freedom of the butterfly

the context, bruised, battered

perhaps weakened but eternal


By Paolo Michell



About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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