Waving to weavers
While weaving while wondering
Why weave and why why
While weaving while wandering
Wondering, weaving, waving


This is dedicated to all readers who are also writers, and especially those who may be called – by themselves or by others – poets.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on December 10, 2017, in Poetry, Tanka and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. an admirer of
    sewing yarn 🙂

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  2. Waving back to you
    Saluting your waving weave
    As we spin more yarn
    Boldly weaving poetry
    Perhaps it’s what keeps us warm.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. You’ve got me smiling again, Ben Naga.

    Liked by 1 person

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