
Braiding my
cryptic
tangled
knotted
words
gently and smoothly
in a clockwork motion
never to step out of the sync
like an assembly line worker
making sure
not to miss a plait
or to let a single hair fall out of line
and blotch the beauty
I’m weaving
so sublime
it will come out
to be
breathtaking
undefined
a work of art, so divine
that discipline
of listening
intently to the
magical
verses
syllables
taking birth
slowly and deeply
so each one is heard
and no one feels lonely
I’m nearing the end
of braiding a beautiful poem
beautiful enough
to crown
a poetic heart.
—Megha
Wonderful write! Thank you for this Sunday Treasure 🙂 🌼
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My pleasure. Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts.
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Great analogy! Great imagery! Beautifully written! 💙
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Thanks so much Patty for this
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♥♥♥
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Thanks
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Lovely Megha!
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Thanks so much
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You wove it beautifully. Happy Poetry Month.
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Thanks so much Ali for your kind words. Happy Poetry month to you too!
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Beautifully penned, Megha.
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Thanks so much Eugenia.
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Reblogged this on BrewNSpew.
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Really LOVE this ❤
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Thanks so much for loving this.Appreciate your read.
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You are most welcome 🙂
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Oh my gosh I adore this poem and the way you wove it so intricately. Bravo.
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Thanks so much Beth.You are so kind to me.
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So beautiful Megha
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Thanks so much Paul.A crown for all ours poetic heart
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