The muse comes drifting by, <br />Then from glistening, thread-like <br />Strands of soul's eternal mist, <br />Unrolls a virgin-new creation <br />Of well-sewn, ironed verse. <br />Shaped and moulded words. <br />Pleasing both the ear and eye. <br /> <br />Unrehearsed, the urge to pen <br />Sees skeining deep inside <br />For spinning, as poetic thought <br />Unwinds, thus begins again <br />The weaving of emotive cloth. <br />A fine array, laid down in <br />Such a way of well-spun word <br />That ultimately, the process <br />Of perception's being stirred. <br />And desire to scroll begins. <br /> <br />Poet's verse, discreetly cloathed in <br />Rhythmic style of structured metre. <br />Changing after little while <br />With liquid flow, and right repeats, <br />Stresses neatly dressed, and <br />Sequenced, lined correctly, will <br />Grammatically complete the piece. <br /> <br />But working webs of words <br />Is Drama - cloth for wearing <br />Next to beating human hearts. <br />Meant for being heard - performance <br />For effect within the living soul. <br />When read aloud, the written word <br />Sits well.- Artistic weaving has occured.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weaving-words/
