Spun Dreams, Lost... by Rhonda Maneki
You spun silk from words twisted,
thoughts twisted, shadows twisted,
round and round, spinning, spinning,
continually spinning in conjuring air.
Spinning, spinning, spinning...
Dew kissed moments slips painfully down gossamer
threads ever so slowly as silent tears
to parched ground at your feet,
the dryness never quite quenched.
Spinning, spinning, spinning...
Dreams, from the velvet corners
of swirling images of promise
into a fathomless abyss, running
through empty fingers as
sand through a broken hour glass.
Spinning, swirl, Spinning,
mindless spinning...
...Parched...
06/20/2007
Author's Note: Something dark... this was written a long time ago - kinda liked it.
Posted on 06/20/2007 Copyright © 2024 Rhonda Maneki
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/24/07 at 08:19 PM You spin quite a tale! Spinning imagery. Especially like: (the dryness never quite quenched) and (sand through a broken hour glass) |
Posted by Alisa Js on 09/24/07 at 12:33 AM Parched and dry like that summer sky in the desert valley ...
One that will never know the true beauty of freshly kissed blossoms.
aj ;-0 |
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