Over And Over (A "Braided" Endeavor)

           Recently I've been learning about different styles of poetry. The most recent is called a "Braided Poem". There is little information about this style (apparently it is pretty new), but it came from "Braided Essays". It's basically where three or more different events or stories are combined into one poem, and they tie together at the end, while joining the different parts (or "braids" ) together by a common response or sense (sight, hearing, touch, etc. ) Three below are my three attempts. The first was merely a practice while the other two were OFFICIAL attempts. The second is connected by sounds, and the third is connected by sight. Don't be afraid to try difficult things; you may just be surprised at what happens when you try.


Attempt 1. Practice)


Days


Country roads winding for miles,

some would just look while others gave smiles.


Busy streets and neighborhoods,

lots of people lots of goods.


Fancy places many spaces,

blending graces in these days,

leaving me busy in a daze.


First Official Attempt 1.)


Loudly 


Here and there,

I look and stare,

listen to some passing "train",

passing loudly while I complain,

vehicles told in this weird refrain.


Beats and rhythms of car steroes plain,

seeking some quiet restrain,

as I watch this vehicle "train",

loudly noises become my bane.


Barking loudly off and on,

seen and heard then they are gone,

dogs sounding off and on,

some strange "chorus" heard then gone.


Sometimes life isn't quiet,

and these struggles I can't hide it,

still there's grace from place to place,

all while remembering this is life,

beautiful still even in strife.


Second Official Attempt 2.)


Wild Days


Blinking bright again and again,

where it's always been,

blinking bright this light,

seen in day and night,

through a tiny town,

driving country roads up and down.


Colors that are busy,

making me dizzy,

reds yellows and greens,

busy scenes of active machines,

active people in large and busy places,

with many faces.


Sunny day,

bright way,

from a stormy day,

and here I find grace today,

light breaking through,

given peace as I pass through,

another unpredictable day,

where light came to stay,

stay in that day.


Days that change,

places that rearrange,

colors and scenes,

where I see what it means,

to make it through,

have an adventure or two,

through changing days,

where I give God praise,

to make it through wild changing days.


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