Knit one, word.
Pearl, a verse.
That’s what a poet weaver does.
Pen becomes needle,
to wrap around visions.
Periods slip markers,
giving writer pause.
Lyrics surface in mind
to cable cast upon poem.
Daisy stitch, field blossoms
within a poesy song.
And in deepen breath
weaver binds off
to end with love stitch, word...
Perhaps, giving reader chance
to Run Stitch with eyes
cross finished textured page.
We are all weavers creating lives for the soul. Some do it in the tapestry of a poetry. Others Weave inside their lives to manifest experiences. And some even weave, with paint to make a masterpiece as DaVinci did.
We are all expert weavers constructing a road of stitch like steps. Steps that with focus can lead to peace.