The Weaver of Words

The Weaver of Words

Has no needle or thread

Yet she carefully crafts

Every word in her head.


She weaves up her writings

Like delicate lace

She creates beautiful pictures

Without any paints.


Rhymes, spun like silk

Woven into poetry

She works with such skill

That it seems done easily.


She checks over her work

Any errors, detecting

She won't settle for something

That's less than perfection. 


After one final touch

She rises to her feet.

The Weaver smiles with pride.

Her work is complete.

Reviews

[The Scholar]

This is a masterpiece, and something definitely relatable, as Otsana said, to all poets and writers. It reminded me of Ferlinghetti's poem Constantly Risking Absurdity, in which he compares being a poet to being a tightrope walking acrobat in order to portray the risk involved in being a poet. And how we poets try so hard to catch beauty and yet we are so inept at it! But alas, we try nonetheless.

Thank you. This poem kinda made my day. So delicate and carefully articulated, just as the poem describes.

[Liliana Wolfsong]

This is a stunning poem. I love that it feels as though you are being weaved through these beautiful images, yet it remains uncluttered.

[❀ Gabriela ❀]

Thanks so much! :D Glad you liked it!!

[Redrascalstrawberry]

A true story of every poet who is serious with his art. A beautiful piece, written with perfection. Thank you so much for this amazing piece:)

[❀ Gabriela ❀]

Thanks for reviewing! I'm so glad you liked it! :)

[Legolas]

Ahhh, refreshing to read something so simplistic yet so wonderful. I commend you on this piece of beauty.

[BLACK PRINCE]

We poets really are are driven by
beauty, love and perfection.

We constantly create our work of art
to share with the world

[closed..acct]

This is so wonderful,
I really enjoyed this

[Richy Moon]

Beautiful work! Great writing!

[Nautili]

This is stunning, a true piece of art. I pictured a weaver at a loom, but also a spider, working with amazing dexterity as she spins her web with silken threads. Loved it!

[Otsana]

I think every poet can relate to this great poem. After all what we do is one of the hardest arts in my opinion. As you say we are artists without paints or a canvas, we have only our minds and what it is capable of and from this poem I can see your mind is capable of such simplistic beauty that it actually turns into something complex and baffling, to me anyway. Great write!