Poetry Blogs (spiderweb)
Standing on the string
That you left for me
Not holding on
Not letting go.
I don't have a strong grip
With these beaten hands
You spin me around
Until I lose my balance
Why won't you just cut the rope
And just let me fall
Instead I have these thoughts
Swirling around my mind
These tight knots
Are holding all the words
But you refuse to loose...
Tuesday 9th August 2016 5:36 am
Gossamer-silk strands wove into artwork,
Hung on bramble, glistening with morning dew,
Frail as a whisper, destroyed by one rainfall
And the artist must start his creation anew.
But don't be fooled by its delicacy!
The web holds a license to kill
Its grip of death with embrace you
And its Monster, concealed, lurks in shadows, so still.
So when dancing, nonchalant, through the air,
Tuesday 7th October 2014 2:46 pm