Poetry

[fabrisse]

This is an old piece of mine that I found while packing tonight. Very little literary merit, I'm afraid, but it's one of the few poems I've attempted that came out close to the intent in writing it.

One thread twisting against another
A knot forms in just the right place.
Gnarled hand moving the Bobbins
Delicate traceries forming slowly
Draping like snow.

Budding pussywillow,
The greening of willow wands,
A leaf of birch,
Spice bush's purple helix form
The lacy time of year.

Comments

[nicci-mac.livejournal.com]

ooo that's pretty. I wish I could write poetry. Mine always come out like lymerics.

[fabrisse.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for the pretty icons to use with it.*g*

I think I may have written a few poems that have come out as I intended them to. This isn't a comment on literary merit -- they may or may not have any -- but just the intent. Nothing makes me feel as good as writing a poem when I have the right idea to work with.

Now what I wish I could do is write a good limeric. I can never come up with the short lines.

[nicci-mac.livejournal.com]

LOL - There was a young girl from Nantucket...

No I wont even go there! Thought I recognised that icon too