The rope was fun, and the 7-strand weaving was challenging. I decided after listening to the podcast, to stray from the "official directions" and incorporate nature and how I just felt like moving the ribbons. My "poem" is below.
Nature's "Gift"
Tapestry of dancing light,
leaves crisscrossing,
gently nudged by whispering breeze,
the hum of passing cars stirring the air.
Mighty planes and tiny chirrups,
equal under the leafy canopy.
Soft support feels timeless and steady beneath me.
Rough bark melts under my touch, revealing a timeless echo of lifetimes past.
Age smells sweet here;
verdant youth softly caresses its grounded slumber.
Dewy freshness taunts earth's slow breath -
a youthful sweetness mellowed with a whisper of what is
inevitable
.
Lovely writing and such interesting thoughts, Jenny!
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