The Web

I woke with cobwebs

behind my eyes

My thoughts tangled

dangling

stuck in crevices and furrows

bending and turning

and going

nowhere.

So many dead ends.

So many sticky situations.

So many silken threads.

The remains

of lost love

grayed and empty

cannot be retrieved--

or buried.

At night

time stretches

across the boundaries

of my life.

I crouch in the shadows

hunting for sustenance

surrounded by the detritus

of my past

successes and failures.

Dawn finds me

still

hungry

hanging by a thread

in the morning light

observing

the frosted shape of my life

The elegant lines,

the bound and unbound,

the anchored edges, and

the holes that need repair--

the broken places

where dreams passed through

and passed me by.

Comments

[Di]

Love it but love this particularly 'At night

time stretches

across the boundaries

of my life.


xx

[Granola-grrrl]

I like the idea of things that "cannot be retrieved-- or buried." Things like that have been making my head go round and round in circles lately. I read the first line of this and felt each word. Good food for thought on a cold gray day like today, during a time when I feel like my dreams and real life are running together. Thank you for sharing this one today :)

[Jane]

I often feel that we are sisters of the heart, and now I'm sure of it.

"the broken places

where dreams passed through

and passed me by."

I am haunted by this very same thing, V.