Walking Through The Dreams

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Tasting them again. 

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Walking Through The Dreams       -       25 Nov 21 

Freshly woven

Sweetly fragranced 

Never binding 

I am walking through 

The dreams of my life

Experiencing them 

Once again with pleasure 

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Sometimes looking back gives great pleasure. 

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Threads Of Time

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Always unreal.

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Threads Of Time       -      26 Oct 21 

The tapestry is formed 

Layers of images 

Colours shape an 

Imagined reality

Woven from the 

Threads of time

Resting against 

An unreal wall 

As a phantom wind 

Blows through the dream forest 

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Is anything real? 

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Hammock

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An observation near a window. 

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Hammock      -      25 May 21 

Woven by a master

Web of eternal peace 

Resting place for many

The hammock by the window 

Awaits the next victim

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Not a place I would want to rest. 

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Tapestry Of Stars

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Look into the sky and see for yourself. 

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Tapestry Of Stars      -     25 Nov 20 

Woven memories 

Infused with light 

Of a myriad stars 

Shaped by a skilful hand 

Into a tapestry 

Telling the story 

Of eternity 

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Read the story. 

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Woven

This poem was birthed after I read the line "weave your love..." and I heard the loom start to clatter, I had to stop what I was doing and write it down before I was allowed to continue with my other stuff.





Woven - 13 May 10

Strands of silver
Combed gently
From the Moon
Strands of blue
Washed by
The sea
And woven
Into a tapestry
That shows
An inticate pattern
Of intermingled
...Dream...
...Reality...
Where one ends
And the other begins
Is never clear
Even the Dream Weaver
Cannot see
Or be certain
Of where the boundary
Runs

Come, let us see
If we can trace
The strands
To see which is yours
Which mine
Or if they are truely
Shared
And ours





Another poem born from a few words gathered almost at random - when Muse says write it is a good idea to listen...