The weave in her hair was past its best, looking rough in the morning sunlight. Someone had loved that little girl enough to get her hair done, but she had been neglected for long enough
i would love to weave a story about how Indian women love to get adorned with jewelry all year round. They weave their own tales about why jewelry should be worn according to customs in India a
It’s been so long since I’ve written on here. I will try to weave this word into my re-introduction to the community. I love using OneWord. It keeps my mind sharp, causes me to think quickly, and act on those thoughts before I have time to stop and think and doubt myself. I will definitely make a post about OW on my new website, TheWriterie.com.
weave is to braid hari, to make baskets. there are ways to weave hair, you have the crown style, the fishy tail, the twisting. as for the baskets its to make a criss cross pattern.
The way her hair felt under her fingers brought her instantly to awareness. The room around her was immediately unfamiliar, but it was the weave of her hair that caused her concern. A strange room was one thing. A strangers fingers in her hair was a thought she tried and failed to not realize.
Can I weave myself into you before you even notice? Can I burrow into the spaces between everything you think about until you think of me too? I called it weaving and it’s a great metaphor, sure, but that makes it sound so intentional. Makes it sounds like we weren’t already cut from the same cloth anyway, like this isn’t just perfecting the recall. More great metaphors–deceptive, and this /is/ pretty intentional, don’t you think? Can you weave something without all the pieces in sync? The thread of sharing / a poem; the loom / a silence between us, drawing out the interpretation? The weaving of meaning, collaborative but / how could I ever suggest the knowledge / of authorial intent?
The weave in her hair was past its best, looking rough in the morning sunlight. Someone had loved that little girl enough to get her hair done, but she had been neglected for long enough
The weave was exquisite. She looked pretty. Couldn’t believe she was all mine.
i would love to weave a story about how Indian women love to get adorned with jewelry all year round. They weave their own tales about why jewelry should be worn according to customs in India a
It’s been so long since I’ve written on here. I will try to weave this word into my re-introduction to the community. I love using OneWord. It keeps my mind sharp, causes me to think quickly, and act on those thoughts before I have time to stop and think and doubt myself. I will definitely make a post about OW on my new website, TheWriterie.com.
you weave yourself into me
flowing in and out
leaving
taking
giving
let me tie myself deeply into everything you are
Weave, hello I am Findq from Thailand. Nice to see yo
Tapestry…our lives weave a tapestry of stories that our life consist of. Weave material, yarn. Weave relationships throughout the years. Weave yarns.
To weave the melodies into the web of realities so that we may leave the world a better place.
Also: makes the food taste better.
weave is to braid hari, to make baskets. there are ways to weave hair, you have the crown style, the fishy tail, the twisting. as for the baskets its to make a criss cross pattern.
The way her hair felt under her fingers brought her instantly to awareness. The room around her was immediately unfamiliar, but it was the weave of her hair that caused her concern. A strange room was one thing. A strangers fingers in her hair was a thought she tried and failed to not realize.
Can I weave myself into you before you even notice? Can I burrow into the spaces between everything you think about until you think of me too? I called it weaving and it’s a great metaphor, sure, but that makes it sound so intentional. Makes it sounds like we weren’t already cut from the same cloth anyway, like this isn’t just perfecting the recall. More great metaphors–deceptive, and this /is/ pretty intentional, don’t you think? Can you weave something without all the pieces in sync? The thread of sharing / a poem; the loom / a silence between us, drawing out the interpretation? The weaving of meaning, collaborative but / how could I ever suggest the knowledge / of authorial intent?