POEM: Untying the Nots

Holy smokes. May? I can hardly believe it has been five months since I've posted on this blog. I have excuses, but they are just that. So, to my few friends and followers of this webpage, I apologize. I promise to post far more often than never. And, as a show of good faith, I post this poem I have just finished. Please, read it and post any and all feedback you have. More after the poem.

I’m a big ball of yarn, sad but true
Twisted and tangled, a faded blue
Against this wall, I quietly lay
Waiting for my time to be used some day.

One thing I can plainly see
Is a bright blue sweater, sewn from me
Either hand-knitted or faux-Cardigan form
Ready to tackle the elements, wintery warm.

On Thanksgiving Day, I could easily be
An Afghan blanket snuggling you with glee
Ensconced in joy, Grandma’s couch we sit
Basking in the aromas love and turkey care to emit.

But really the thing I most wish I could be
Is a toy for a kitten who’d love to play with me
She’d playfully paw, not caring I’m frayed
Prancing and pouncing, not seeing I’m staid.

But dust and doubt most decidedly cling
Perpetual potential is trapped in my string
You can imagine it now, but can you see
All of those wonderful things I can be?

Give me a chance to put in the work
Clean myself up, get out of the murk
Fixing the frays, finding the spots
One day soon, I will untie all the nots.

Tune in this weekend, where we will make the first official BWB NFL bets, and chronicle how we do.