Do you like this style? It's long, meandering prose. An essay all chopped up. Do you see the thing?

Question

The styles of time
TD Euwaite

Each person floats in the time/space continuum
A spool of thread on the sewing machine
Close your eyes and become the bobbin…
A fabric is woven as each strand, our
Biological, intellectual, emotional and spiritual fibers
Flows through a device of design

The Earthbound weaving machine, this loom
All inclusive, knits a tapestry out of these threads
As we uncoil our strings, the colors of life change
Our moods, red letter days, the blues
Time is that space between the knitting needles
Time is that exact instant
When all our threads intertwine

Plans and preparations exist only in our minds
We see the interlace coming a only few moments before
Far too close to realize
“We don’t like the color.” Too late!
The loom gobbles up our threads and we are stitched
Into the fabric of time

The miles of stuff on the floor are the bits we call “History”
Once past the needles, the design is finished
It cannot be changed
As history stacks up
We lose sight of the overall pattern
We only get glimpses of the folds on the tops of each pile

Time IS the place where the strands crisscross,
It IS that split second when we’re violently twisted together,
Time is the place where the spools run out,
And start anew

Time is a place where some threads can break too soon
We try to change speeds and influence the others
We cannot go back through the finished material
We don’t get a second spool of thread
We each have one chance to color history

We must either accept the grand design that we are part of
Or find ways to make a new one of our own.

Answer 1

I remember a friend of mine talking to the football team he was coaching.
As they sat in the dressing room preparing to play, he was very firm with them and striking his palm with the back of his fingers he said, " Game plan. Game plan. Game plan. You gotta have a game plan.'

Answer 2

As far as I'm concerned, we're all bits of fluff in the fabric of the Universe. Still, I try to make a difference. Once in a while, I find that I've succeeded. But it's never enough.

You're a deep thinker. You should rewrite this as a philosophical essay. It certainly beats Thoreau, who in his isolation, sent his laundry home to Mommy to be washed.

Answer 3

Do we never see the colour.
Do we never see the pattern.
Is it our lot not to see the story.
Part of the weft we maybe.
Though each yarn adds to the glory.
Laying on the loft floor.
Heaped ready for the market.
living history,our past.
Leaving room, for more of the story.
To sell and feed the weavers hand.

Answer 4

Now you're talking my language. You just colored my world with that one. I am SO glad you properly called this prose. A "Do You Like My Penultimately New Poem?" would have been a bit amiss.

Answer 5

Very impressive!!!
--->i missed your questions earlier of the day...twas weird not seeing your idiosyncratic questions on here... =)

Answer 6

You are such a deep thinker that I am in over my head, pal. LOL