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.