In Search of a Well-Woven Poem
The muse says to the braider:
“Way too tight, squeezes the meaning all out of it.”
Braids unraveled, parsed, even uncoiled still shimmer beauty
in braiding fingers.
If each braid were a phase in
carefully woven, stanzas,
we’d make sense of each word,
and the thoughts that wove them.
Readers, browsers, word sifting scholars,
will see woven wonder
in each warp and weft,
whether tightly plaited or loosely loosened.
Well woven braids will surely turn heads,
cause deep breaths,
The muse then says to the now fretful weaver:
“It’s still too tight,
now, too loose.”
let’s do two poems
try it both ways
Let the reader decide.”