The reed grew straight on the riverbank, we twisted it to weave a basket
Straight and true it bent to whatever shape we asked it
From memory's seeds grow these reeds that become a relationship's gasket
A wild willow grows straight toward the light, it takes man's mind to bend it right, weaving it into agreement's casket
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sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: April 27th, 2026 04:18
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I love the simplicity and its powerful message
Thanks so much for the read Norman it is appreciated
most welcome
For me this is Mans attempt at controlling his environment and his relationships.Made me think.Well done compadre
Thank you David for your review of this simple write and your interpretation it is most valued
Soren, Word Reeds really brings the metaphor together…something growing straight, then bent and woven into form. It feels like language shaping connection, but also closing it in by the end. That shift holds weight. Well written, my friend. Great metaphor. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you my friend you have captured it well. Words get bent forming our own needs and uses and with time dry into something they never were
Well written.Your poem explores the concept of relationships and the ways in which individuals must adapt and bend to create harmony and understanding with one another.
Thank you Friendship for the review and understanding interpretation of this piece. It is most appreciated and valued
You are most welcome my friend.
Words like the reeds must be woven with care, one wrong move and catastrophe beckens.
Thank you Paul for the review and understanding words of comment
A cryptic text but I find myself drawn in by its aesthetic appeal ...
Thanks Lorenz for the read yes cryptic in deed and reed
Good write SB.
Thank you so much Orchi I appreciate it
Love!
Thank you Katie it is most appreciated
So very true and thought provoking.
From a Huge Tree we get a Tooth Pick.
Like it.
Thank you Kevin for your read and comment it is most appreciated
Well written. I particularly like the internal rhyme in the last line. I wonder if the new reeds from the basket seeds will get the message and grow bent.
Thank you so much for the read of the reeds it is most appreciated. Yes most all reeds we bend
Clever write soren.
Andy
Thanks so much Andy for the read and comment it is as always most appreciated
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