#crafting poems on Hello Poetry

Jayanta Mar 2020

Once started with riddle!
Transect through deprivation
drudgery and debarred!
Experience edifies us!
Learn how to deign
deliver and derive,
Crafting self
and bring meaning to life!

Dedicated to Ms Kabe Rongpipi of Chandra Sing Rongpi Village located in Kohora River Basin area of Karbi-Anglong ,Assam.
Getting married at the age of 22 years she pursuing Jhum (slash and burn cultivation) in hills. When first child was born she realizes practicing jhum with small child is difficult, so she search for alternative. She started her alternative venture as Vegetable vendor (she was the first women on this trade in the area) gradually started trading of wild edibles and other NTFP. Now she also practices fruit gardening, food processing along with earlier practices. In our last discussion in January, 2020, she shared ‘she love introduce as business women’.

#meaning #of #life #crafting #sel

Colm Dec 2016

Crafting

All that I want, and think that would be best to be, right now, is out in front of me. Presented here within these words, which I crafted deep from within. And to say that I in some way, am too much for you right now. That is cowardice towards what ere could be. So don't claim to know what a word really means, when you want to craft alongside a wordsmith like me.

Remeber... I'm not a machine.

#girl #romance #soul #wordsmith #deep #conversation #conversing #scribbles #sean #crafting

Andrew M Bell Feb 2015

A BUCK-FIFTY’S WORTH OF SUNSHINE

He wanted it to be perfect,
for the words to fit together
like a well-oiled…
scratch that…
he’d heard that some Muslim women
(in Turkey or were they Moors?)
purposely wove a mistake
into their intricate tapestries
because only God is perfect
and they were right of course,
but he felt perfect just now
sitting still, warm
in a buck-fifty’s worth
of sunshine.

Copyright Andrew M. Bell. Acknowledgement is made to Valley Micropress in which this poem first appeared in Volume 12, Issue #7, September 2009. Also appears in my poetry collection, "Clawed Rains".

#poem #the #and #perfect #sunshine #calm #crafting #illusionofperfection #moorishwomenweavingpurposefulmistakes

Eleanor Rigby Aug 2014

Subjective Camera

I looked at you
The way an artist
Would look at a naked woman.
Your bottom lip was designed
For kissing,
Your hands for crafting,
And there was a picture in every moment
I have shared with you.

I saw that we fit together
So very perfectly,
But the subjective camera
Was only me.

--Eleanor

#woman #together #naked #kissing #camera #artist #bottom #perfectly #subjective #crafting

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