I braid them
One strand after the other
Over and over
One after the other
In the same repeating pattern
So simple
But so complex
The building of patterns
One upon the other
Till they merge into a whole
Stronger than before
More beautiful than before
Something that it wasn't before
Simple parts
In simple patterns
One after the other
Till the art is there
Overwhelming in its complexity
The simple
When built one upon the other
Becomes the complexity
That's how patterns work
So I will be here
Braiding the strands
One after the other
Till my work is complete
About the Creator
Karen LaRue
I am Karen LaRue (She/Her) a North Carolina writer of poetry and witchy things of most sorts. I belive life is full of wonder and we don't always stop to see it. Taking the time to look and listen makes life worth living!
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