Saturday, September 08, 2012

Dream Weavers

                                                   (Image Source: Summer Night, 1913, by Albert Bloch)


Within the silent cobweb of dreams,
Lies the weaver,
Playing with the mind,
Unconscious, unsuspecting,
Flowing in and out,
Swift as a breeze,
But they do have a form,
Though disproportionate,
Bluish blushes everywhere,
Hiding their flaws,
The raw nudity visible,
Through the pores, transparent,
Munching on the apples,
In the God's playground,
As they plan the plot,
A new story unfolds,
The next time you close your eyes,
The Dream Weavers will do pry.


This Poem is shared with The Mag.




36 comments:

  1. This is good, I like the rhythm!

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  2. Excellent poetry ~ The 'Spirit' is with and within you ~ can hear it in your poetry ~ (A Creative Harbor)

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  3. Enjoyed this! The dream weaver is always busy behind the scenes, isn't it? And always a new story unfolds.

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    1. The Dream Weaver must really be busy, inventing new stories all the time :-)

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  4. Love this. The picture is so evocative

    isn't it ?

    http://planetcyberluz.com/2012/09/03/between-earth-and-the-stars/

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    1. The picture motivated me to write :-)

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  5. Dream Weaver ... what a great title and interpretation of Bloch's art. I was mesmerized!!!!

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  6. I like the bluish blushes and munching apples in the playground of the gods. It would be a place filled with fruit and blushing, of course!

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    1. I visioned the Garden of Eden while writing those lines :-)

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  7. woww this is super good....so lovely....I loved this one.....

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  8. Beautiful poem. Yes, with your words dream dress even more elegant, gorgeous.

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  9. WoW !! Lovely ...
    Perfect pic nd beautiful words ....

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  10. Lovely ... Making love with eyes closed ... Hmmmm .... Love, cat.

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  11. Within the silent cobweb of dreams,
    Lies the weaver,

    Just gorgeous!

    And I'll be singing the title the rest of the evening. Just an excellent response!

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    1. Ha ha ... thanks Margaret ... I am glad you like it so much :-)

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  12. I think I can see them when I close my eyes...

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  13. I believe they do pry. This is a great poem. Thank you.

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  14. Holy Motors, 'Speck, very Arachnic' ! . Bravo.

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  15. I find it really hopeful. An awesome take on the prompt. :)

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