worlds we weave winsome with words
yarns of yearning or spurn spinning
a thread here, or there, some lead to wear
worn tails of a sugar-coat or an evening gown
candy-floss on the coast, or the sun in purple prose
you just dipped your toes
silent reeds that stalk the stream
studying this craft, hovering
on that current your own thoughts unravel
this tapestry adrift draft
now yours, that tie and dye scenting
in sombre shades those sunny tints
interwoven between
the writing
ampersand
the reading
whose senses making some sense
hieroglyph these your papyrus
thus it could be
this your very own-ed verse
YOU ARE READING
𝓟oems 𝓟rismatic
Poetry''sketches that shape-shift the angle and the curve'' (line from the poem 'Contrast) Recent/new poems tend to be at the beginning of the book.
