weave words into light
note from self
this is her task
and her joy—
be still and weave
words into light
open a groove
wipe away
cobwebs, whisk
out the dust
tune the heart—
clearing is key
to weave light
into words
now, wait
urging won’t work
tempt them in
the merest hint
follow that trace
2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.
One more thought is make the controversial first stanza the final stanza
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It was the final stanza Fran didn’t think fit, not the first. ????
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This is beautiful and if you’re still interested in publishing on Larry’s list – send him this one.
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Thanks, I will. I’ve pared the poem down since. Fran didn’t feel the final stanza belonged there.
Love,
Amrita
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Fran has more experience than I, but I disagree. The first stanza introduces the weaver and her joy
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But I do like it both ways. So you can’t go wrong
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PS I’m always interested in publishing on Larry’s list!
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