on 6/2/02 7:04 pm, garydawg at [log in to unmask] wrote:
> A bit silly, written for a member of the live workshop, who also weaves with
> a group called The Small Loom Ladies, the looms small of course. The live
> workshop decided to do a loom poem for her, maybe a loomrick, pantaloom,
> villaloom, or plain patterned weave as here.
>
This is fun, Gary. I wonder if you could take it further and take the w
sound from weave, weft, even words like wait, wave etc and make a warp and
weft of w.s and l's? Sally ee
> Looms
>
> At the cusp of night,
> the moon's luminescence
> competes with artificial luminaries
> to light the weaver's way.
>
> looming large
>
> With the lightest touch,
> the small loom ladies lumber
> across the moors
> to join the weaver's weft.
>
> looming large
>
> In the dark of night,
> the moon looms large,
> loons and lambs laugh
> when the weavers go their way.
>
> looming large
>
> With great finesse,
> the small loom ladies loosen
> knots to braid bands
> for coat and shawl.
>
> looming large
>
> At the end of night,
> the moon looks thin,
> loathe to leave
> until the weavers go away.
>
> looming large
>
> The small looms are put away,
> fabric warped and woofed,
> until the moon is new
> the ladies weave alone.
>
>
> Feb guest is TE Ballard and Gar does garbage at:
> http://gardawg.homestead.com/gardawg.html,
>
>
>
> Poets for Peace. ˇPoemas sí, balas no!
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