Open Poetry #40 |
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The spider, desire |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa ![]() |
In natural response I open unto the light of another day turned from a queen to a servant in dust and sweep of a dream. Cobwebs of love hidden within lie in taunt and sneer of a woman’s limited reach to clean up the corners and bends. The spider, desire, delights to see dreams are better than real and this creator and witness releases all anxiousness into the atmosphere. The atmosphere fills and overflows with desire’s unspeakable fear and moves a woman another notch on into the realm of detachment layered and heavily weighted on the shoulders of tenderness. Nothing is clean when dreams are seen to grow the spider, desire that sits around the bend from me in a corner relaxed in belief it can spin and release, spin and release, and not be swept away. But spin little spider, spin, spin, spin; even spiders have their day … that sweeps a dream away! Helen / 23 April 2007 |
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Rottiestyl Member
since 2007-04-19
Posts 60Illinois, USA |
Simply beautiful! |
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