Tied into taut lines of poetry bridging the chasms of thought these entangled ideas in words sometimes spliced or braided weave suspension into a prosaic world stretching it with loops and rosettes then tighten and measure, rhyme/rhythm in action crossing the great divides testing strength of imagination's thread
-cec
Na/GloPoWriMo: Prompt- Write a poem that obliquely explains why you are a poet and not some other kind of artist – or, if you think of yourself as more of a musician or painter (or school bus driver or scuba diver or expert on medieval Maltese banking) – explain why you are that and not something else.