Knitting a Golden Web

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
About creating writing process and its effect.

Submitted: April 19, 2019

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Knitting a Golden Web

 

The slanted sunrays stab him like sharp blades,

into his scared, bruised or otherwise elated heart,

his shadow shed oblique as if flowing blood.

Yet, it's his favorite, dear magic golden hour,

only when he can wonder lonely as a cloud, and

float high into a miraculous world of splendor.

 

He grips a sunset's thread of fine silk, one at a time,

with words adroitly picked, images carefully crafted,

needle by needle, skillfully knits a golden web

of poetry, of life, stealthily leaving no trace

of his hands, captures you and me in the vastness

of his golden web of wisom, of laugh, of love.

 

When done, at the corner, above or beneath the web

he scribbles a burning cloud as his signature,

changing from fiery red, ashy purple to midnight blue.

leaving the ones who are captured by his web

forever search, forever long for the same signature,

his miraculous world of splendor called poetry.


© Copyright 2020 Derina Penn. All rights reserved.

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