How subtle a net do we weave
How swift our mind leads us on
Threads of thought twist and cleave
in fingers of words deftly con
How we tread with dreamy feet
Seeking roads that our desires take
How does the mind ooze deceit
the spider's mouth that web make
How we toil in empty sweat
Hours that run in joyless drone
How the heart does worry and fret
piling with filth its own throne
How we speak sans respite
shedding words that wither and die
Empty branches that take delight
in eternal autumn always nigh
A gem.
ReplyDelete' Empty branches that take delight in eternal autumn always nigh'is lovely. Adjectives fail me, and it is best that I just read your poems in silence and relish them to the fullest. Good poetry is healing and this poem surely does so.
The first lines are great - 'how subtle a net do we weave, how swift our mind leads us on, threads of thought twist and cleave in fingers of words deftly con'...