Word reeds

The reed grew straight on the riverbank, we twisted it to weave a basket

Straight and true it bent to whatever shape we asked it

From memory's seeds grow these reeds that become a relationship's gasket

A wild willow grows straight toward the light, it takes man's mind to bend it right, weaving it into agreement's casket

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

When I think of River reeds I see many as flexible, bending and swaying in the stormy weather. Some break. Just like people and relationships. We can learn a great deal from nature.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you Chris for the read and comment yes and as memories we bend and twist them to meet our needs.

[Thomas W Case]

Organic and metaphor-driven—you turn relationship and memory into craft, where nature is shaped by intention and tension.
The grit is in that final image: love as something grown wild, then bent into holding, fragile but made to contain.

[Soren]

Thanks so much 'Thomas you again hit upon the key element here memories are twisted to meet our needs.