A blog about whatever randomosity my fevered mind conceives.

The Storyteller

On a loom of words

she weaves a tale.

A string of letters; nothing extraordinary.

She creates a dream that was not there before.

On a loom of words

she draws power from the universe

and brings to life an idea that once

was drifting only in the air.

On a loom of words

she pulls together the fragments of a dream.

Just tidbits of imagination;

moments of surreal bliss.

On a loom of words

She creates a design,

driven by passion,

and turns it all into a sensuous kiss.

On a loom of words

she pulls stars from the heavens

and shells from the sea

and weaves them into a pliable silk.

On a loom of words

she crafts sustenance to heal the wanting

and nourishment to feed the soul;

the very mother’s milk.

On a loom of words

she brings a need to the surface

scratches the itch

and satisfies a craving.

On a loom of words

she creates a character

she gives him life

and lets him grow.

On a loom of words

She resurrects what was in the ground,

once rotten,

and brings it back to glory.

On a loom of words

She creates a canvas

and fills it with light

and colour and grace.

On a loom of words

she works her magic

and begins to set all that’s wrong

at last to right.

On a loom of words

The storyteller toils

Night and day and night again

To make the world a better place.

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