Weaving Unsaid Stories

Weaving Unsaid Stories















The woman sat in her special chair,

With her beautiful black hair,

That flowed in the evening air.


The colorful threads she did spin,

And added many a pin,

Her needle went in and out, out and in.


Those painful moments, in her mind, did flash,

Her little girl taken away with a lash,

But that did not burn her hopes to ash.



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Poetry style: Diminishing Verse


  • 3 stanzas, 3 lines each
  • The last words of the second and third lines of each stanza are formed by the removal of the first letter of the last word of the previous line. (eg: if last word of the first line of a particular stanza, is ‘chair’, then last words of the second and third lines of the same stanza will be ‘hair’ and ‘air’, respectively.)
  • 6-12 syllables per line


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