Poem -

spider's web

(for eternal E)

spider's web

This time is new to colonize…

The walls still solid,
but see-through,
light penetrates this dark
here

Desire grows wings
body sings,
but mind moves !not.

 I remain silent
(but throat thickens to tears
held back -
a spider crawls towards
a crack in my mind −

she is the only movement
ready:

let her weave her web
for there is future
in those threads,
fire opposed to
cold, dry stone now

Rename, reclaim
by rose

so mind lets my body be,
Each second gains a minute
of freedom,
mind is ready for

Surrender passing by
those walls into

>Heart
to love you
to be loved

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Marion

Such a finely put together piece of work. I can feel the deep emotion that runs through like tears. Beautiful and emotionally  powerful.
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John Loopstra

Thank you, it is a life long learning curve🤗🤣

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S.zaynab.kamoonpury

A great poem with the spider in metaphor wow! Kudos for how you expressed the muse here.!

plz also read and comment my newest poem too.

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John Loopstra

Hai! But it is also about reclaiming our lives after a lot of shit and pulling each other out of the swamp by the hair at the same time. If the wife and me hadn't done that, there'd be no love left📝⌚🤔😇 hanx for loving it

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