Trial and Beautiful Error

This is the way it begins,
A thought,
a dash of courage,
a beginning,
always a beginning anew,
one string at a time,
mindfully
or not,
layer upon layer,
string upon string,
everything new,
even the old,
knots tied,
perfection discarded
for the beautiful,
and at times even the dissonant,
sometimes sparse,
sometimes gloriously extravagant,
trial and beautiful error,
hoping
there will come magic
enough
to overcome the fear.

About this poem

Dedicated to my son and my daughter. The picture is of a beautiful work by Maria Wulf 

Tom