A Stitch In Rhyme

A quilt is a poem that’s been crafted With stitches that cleverly mime The words that a poet has drafted In manner and rhythm and rhyme. For in piecing a pattern together, Every section, once stark and alone, Must be seamlessly tailored to tether It to others when carefully sewn Just like adjectives, verbs and conjunctions Plus the other unnamed parts of speech Let the writer arrange, so their functions Form the meanings that readers can reach. When the final thread’s snipped from the needle And the pencil has made its last mark, Neither quilter nor poet need wheedle For responses their efforts should spark.