Torn

[pickles]

~Torn~

I am a rope.
Woven, strong, taut.
Set, tied, and secure.

I am a rope.
Weathered, salty, worked.
Out to sea and sure.

I am a rope.
Tired, twisted, raw.
Not what I used to be.

I am a rope.
Stretched, knotted, cut.
My strength torn from me.

I am a rope.
Frayed, tattered, used.
Unbraided and cast aside.

I am fibers.
Loosed from my constraints.
Lost along the tide.
-K. Adam Wright-

[ChristopherSea]

Hello Pickles, There is a lot to like about your post for me. I particularly enjoyed the nautical theme and the aging progression. The last line rhyme scheme was refreshing as well. I think you may be able to do something different or with that first line repetition, as you did in the last stanza. One approach would be to humanize it, since you state that you are the rope. Something on the order of birth, growth, aging and expired, e.g. ‘I am born a rope’ etc. It could work for the piece. Perhaps a thought to consider for your next edit. Nonetheless, it works as is. All the best and welcome to the site./Chris

[shemthepenman]

hello,
I really enjoyed this poem. Simple images, interesting theme. Thanks for posting.

[Daacobra]

I really like this poem, it's very simple and captivating. The progressive journey of the rope through the harsh realities of time is very clear; a good reminder that nothing last forever and the new and fresh would eventually become the old and torn. A great poem!

[TamyPocer777]

I could relate your poem to how i feel when i write my own, simple yet imaginative, thanks for sharing.