To me, this is a render love poem, using the spider's web as as a shroud of soft protection and care. It's warm, like a coverlet,. "this is my soul's food" his love for you...these are are moments we all want..."under the kiss of nightlight"....real or imagined, this is poetry at its best. Love this one!
Best, B
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Dear Betty, it is indeed a love poem. Thank you for your insights. So pleased you like it. read moreDear Betty, it is indeed a love poem. Thank you for your insights. So pleased you like it.
You weave a web of words that said a moth has read a palm that fed my empty head then shed the night with light so bright before I go to bed. However am I to sleep like the dead?
Bill I am laughing. Where did moths come from as I was dozing in bed? You are having a little blast .. read moreBill I am laughing. Where did moths come from as I was dozing in bed? You are having a little blast of rhyme here :)) Thanks for your visit.
I love this line "gypsy read lines...content to rest". I'm envious I didn't write that. It is so evocative and paints this entire piece with empathy. Another wonderful and strong piece of poetry, Chris.
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Thank you Carlos. Pleased you enjoyed the read. All the best.
The image I see here, is this strong woman's soul, a woman whom her beloved count on her for strength and warmth, freedom and love. The first two verses specially, put this scene in my head of a man dying peacefully in his lover's arms. He on the other hand is a reason for her to write... to create her poems. a mystical piece that took me in journeys dear Chris.
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Thank you dear lightsong for sharing your thoughts about this piece. I like that there is plenty of .. read moreThank you dear lightsong for sharing your thoughts about this piece. I like that there is plenty of room here for people to interpret as they see fit. That's the beauty of poetry. Always appreciate your visits.
Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..