Warps are laid
So are the wefts!
Two more poems
And it'd make
Six hundred
Before the year end.
But, it is the poem
Who decides
When to take shape
And in what hues,
What to weave
Of the yarns of words
Stretched on the loom
In warps and wefts.
Haha, beautiful context story! It is exactly this intangibility of the pattern released by the momentary images and thoughts coming to the conscious mind, poetry can be pure, spontaneous, unplanned expression. Thank you! 5/5
Like the usage of warp and weft....wish you a long bright poetry journey
It is a matter of extreme pride to note the good you have written of the poem. Thank you
This is charming! ! ! And I am enchanted by the metaphor! ! ! 5 stars and an enthusiastic fav
Thank you, Susie. I am very happy that you are able to find time to catch up on my poems.
I concur strongly to the 3rd stanza of this beautiful Poeme. So well expressed. Congratulations for your wonderful Poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem reminds me of another with the line, " unraveled at birth"