#weaving - Hello Poetry

A drop of beauty spot a black mole or a cool shady sketch on the golden brow of a sunny day. The evening is always welcome at the end. The night from off site pops on her way however pitch dark weaving even more black across that kohl-pollen embroidery a sky full of stars will keep an open eye!

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Aug 11, 2022

Aug 11, 2022 at 10:50 AM UTC

shofi-ahmed

An Open Eye

A drop of beauty spot a black mole or a cool shady sketch on the golden brow of a sunny day. The evening is always welcome at the end. The night from off site pops on her way however pitch dark weaving even more black across that kohl-pollen embroidery a sky full of stars will keep an open eye!

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Weave and weave and weave You shall never leave We can start! here, behold my artistry! Isn't that a beautiful tapestry? Oh, I love me a captive audience! Won't you agree that Athena never stood a chance? Well? Don't you think? Okay, okay, enough dilly-dallying! Final rating! Five? Oh, how thoughtful! I wonder why others think I'm awful Must be those jealous songs that some bards sing I know, times up! Now you'll feel a sting Have to make you rest! Hope you'll enjoy the visit of my nest! Weave and weave and weave You shall never leave

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Jun 4, 2021

Jun 4, 2021 at 6:18 AM UTC

tichozpytec

Arachne

Weave and weave and weave You shall never leave We can start! here, behold my artistry! Isn't that a beautiful tapestry? Oh, I love me a captive audience! Won't you agree that Athena never stood a chance? Well? Don't you think? Okay, okay, enough dilly-dallying! Final rating! Five? Oh, how thoughtful! I wonder why others think I'm awful Must be those jealous songs that some bards sing I know, times up! Now you'll feel a sting Have to make you rest! Hope you'll enjoy the visit of my nest! Weave and weave and weave You shall never leave

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On a windswept plain in a quiet place, Beneath the stars in the moonlight’s glow, Memories drift on the rising tide As feelings flow through the seams of time. Bound together they whirl and spin, Weaving threads into fleeting glimpses. These little thoughts are born to feel. The meal’s been ground on the miller’s wheel. A misty vision settles in. It grows into a mighty swell. Rolling over the present tense, It leaves the heart with no defense. No fence can bind this fertile field. Its earthy yield is what we feel But wrapped around on the spinning wheel We’ll twist and turn ‘till those feelings heal.

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Oct 11, 2017

Oct 11, 2017 at 7:35 PM UTC

richard-grahn

Weaving Feelings

On a windswept plain in a quiet place, Beneath the stars in the moonlight’s glow, Memories drift on the rising tide As feelings flow through the seams of time. Bound together they whirl and spin, Weaving threads into fleeting glimpses. These little thoughts are born to feel. The meal’s been ground on the miller’s wheel. A misty vision settles in. It grows into a mighty swell. Rolling over the present tense, It leaves the heart with no defense. No fence can bind this fertile field. Its earthy yield is what we feel But wrapped around on the spinning wheel We’ll twist and turn ‘till those feelings heal.

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~~<○>~~ shadows shed by moonlight through the plants entwined creating their own patterns weaving their designs blues and purples shimmering the subtle shades of grey the lovely dearth of color unmatched by light of day! they create a tapestry of mystery on their looms the woof and warp of dreamers the shadows of the moon ~~<○>~~ SoulSurvivor aka Write of Passage aka Invisible inc Catherine Jarvis (C) 9/11/2016

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Sep 12, 2016

Sep 12, 2016 at 2:41 AM UTC

SoulSurvivor

shadows of the moon

~~<○>~~ shadows shed by moonlight through the plants entwined creating their own patterns weaving their designs blues and purples shimmering the subtle shades of grey the lovely dearth of color unmatched by light of day! they create a tapestry of mystery on their looms the woof and warp of dreamers the shadows of the moon ~~<○>~~ SoulSurvivor aka Write of Passage aka Invisible inc Catherine Jarvis (C) 9/11/2016

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Such moments are not gone forever, they will return. They are on hiatus. Taking a break from the stranded places in the tapestry of life. I am weaving, working my way onward. Walking the path towards a certain someone. Who someday I might just be able to call my own, my wife.

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Jun 7, 2016

Jun 7, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC

colmistoirm

Weaving

Such moments are not gone forever, they will return. They are on hiatus. Taking a break from the stranded places in the tapestry of life. I am weaving, working my way onward. Walking the path towards a certain someone. Who someday I might just be able to call my own, my wife.

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