On a spin
step in
to looms.
Floor to sunken floor
Ribs and arms, wood.
Walls sprout hooks, embed rods
Person pushes pedals, bars
on counted thread,
girl deftly flings the spool
and gets it right.
Flesh and stone, teak and bone,
Organic.
(Written on 6th Dec., 2008)
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hey there.. mumu here.. i like your rhythm.. the beat of your poetry.. nice, lulling, concise and sharp.. keep up at it, god knows the world needs poets..
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