WOW! Those were some great edits. I will now submit mine to the chopping block.http://www.olypen.com/bonsaiherb/misc/driftwood1.html
Oh, heck ... I just realized I could not copy the lines as I ended up saving the poem as a .gif so I could keep the formatting.
I will add this very different one that can be edited.
I open my hands and lift them gently
wanting to return my fingers
to those long woolen memories
held in her castaway skirts.
Careful to weave myself
into those tightly woven fabrics.
Now carelessly strewn
in scattered drifts upon a couch
that she curls herself into.
Alone, I stand there watching
her sitting so quietly.
Gone into a woman’s world.
As though re-weaving all those
secret memories of a young girl
now a woman.
slowly … before me.
thinking in her minds eye
that finally this man be the man …
that this man may nearly be ready.
Knowing that she has reached and cut her pattern
as far as she can go.
Today, I see a simple rug
so difficult in the making.
I see her seeking the time,
to gather the final strands.
Needing only the final pattern.
Herb Senft. ©