Hand Loomed Poems | Examples

Soften Our Brutal World

early morning....

I watch a chickadee perch on my bay leaf tree,
dropping down to sip water from my birdbath

next to the tiny cherub angel, leg extended
in welcome-

my hand loomed rug, crafted by a bluffwoods
Grandmother, lovingly watches over me-

His shadow arc's and infiltrates my prism,

if I'm less brutal today, maybe others will 
feel it too-

              ..... maybe

                          feel it too