Write a poem about the thread you follow through life. Describe your thread, the following of this thread, or perhaps the longing for a thread you cannot find. Go anywhere with it.
Examples:
The Thread
Something is very gently,
invisibly, silently,
pulling at me — a thread
or net of threads
finer than cobweb and as
elastic. I haven’t tried
the strength of it. No barbed
hook pierced and tore me.
Was it not long ago this
thread began to draw me?
Or way back? Was I
born with its knot about my
neck, a bridle? Not fear
but a stirring
of wonder makes me
catch my breath when I feel
the tug of it when I thought
it had loosened itself and gone.
Denise Levertov
The Way It Is
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.
William Stafford
