Wordweaving

Vega-the-Milky-Way-weaver kagaya

I harvested the first spring crop of words this morning
dew fresh from the hills
and untouched
pressed them until they released the purest of their colors
a few nettles tossed in for bite
and I spun
slow and clumsy at first
then smoother and running through my fingers
like opal moonlight
until the threads caught fire and wove themselves
into the newest and oldest of patterns
I named it poetry and wrapped it around myself as I wandered back into the hills
where the wind caught it up and carried it out into the world
and I bent once again to the harvesting

*artwork by kagaya*

 

 

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About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. Not.....me. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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