What can I weave for you today?
The Weaver asks
Ferreting for what you are seeking
You see, words in the right hands
Weave greater, more durable textiles
than the finest weavers of tapestry.
Words finely wrought last longer
Than fragile fabric, even though crafted
From a thing more delicate than the most gossamer thread – thought
Just as with a fine fabric
Words luxuriate, cosset, enshroud
They lay upon you, caress your heart skin
Until you find yourself covered
With the thoughts thought inside
Being worn on the outside for all to see
The warp and weft, across, under
The shuttle of thought fabricates
Something from nothing
Until it is held up to the light
Of another soul, for whom it
Fits perfectly
What can I weave for you today?
The Weaver asks
Sensuality? Hope? Understanding, perhaps.
Weaver turns to the collection
Of words kept in coddled piles
Strewn about until needed, paired into the perfect phrase
What can I weave for you today?
The Weaver asks
Beckoning unto you with her call.
Beautifully written. I love it. The 5th stanza is perfect. Very well woven my friend 🙂
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Thank you sir, and thanks for dropping by!
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Well done I liked this very much. >KB
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Good grief KB, having you read my poetry is like having a supermodel see me in my underwear, lol!
Thank you for your kind words.
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LMAO…Smiles…Just sayiung that made my afternoon. It really was well done. Smiles>KB
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Good! I like making people laugh nearly as much as making them think 🙂
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