Yellowed Door (A Word Weave)
Beginnings start to open new windows,
So only you use every yellowed door.
Right through holes step pointless shadows,
Spill life’s strength heated deep….Pore.
Don’t be afraid to explore life.
This poem is a word weave. I thought this up on my own, but it my exist as some formal format that I’m not aware of. The idea is to write a poem were each word is followed by the next word using the last letter of the word before it. Hence the weave. I made it rhyme, but I guess it wouldn’t have to. The trick is to make sense of the poetic theme. It’s harder than you might think.
This picture is from Microsoft ClipArt.