Cobwebs stream across my inkwell of words.
Disintegrating thoughts twist upon the
Cobweb...
Trapped...
Unable to release the declaration
of
love, hate, and of hidden truths.
The restoration of my mind...
crushed...
like the fragile fragments
of
the delicate
Cobweb.
Time in all her beauty
will once again reach out to my fingertips-
and
The Cobweb will no longer have me in her grasp.
But till that moment does arrive-
Cobwebs stream across my inkwell of words.
Bonnie J.
March 13, 2008
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I loved the imagery and concept... Your words "Trapped... Unable to release the declaration
of love, hate, and of hidden truths." put words to feelings we've all had but never expressed so eloquently. I hope that the cobwebs are gone and you continue to enlighten.
Ken
PS I couldn't help but notice that you refered to the cobweb as "her". We are each our own cobwebs aren't we (LOL).
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I like the repetition of the first and last line. However, I'm wondering why this poem is centered. But great expression and images for writer's block. And I really can't get over how much I love the first/last line. It's perfect. Thank you for sharing.
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Very Nice
The title pulled me in because I wrote a similar one. The write kept me here as I read it thrice (which is not something I normally do). Very nice metaphor....Paggz
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The spider of hate waits to eat. Thoughts must be un-entangled by love before the stings of life make words seem too painful to struggle against the stickiness of could become silk. Ink is too black and perhaps there is a pencil beyond the web where in the light there are few flies but many birds in an open sky. Time reveals her beauty in the fresh air where even a bear can write a poem in the dirt with a twig, scratch marks recorded later with the poet's camera, no ink wells needed. Interesting that you make the mind so fragile like silk threads, but allow that perhaps thoughts can be woven.
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Excellent description BonBon of what I interpreted as writer's frustration and block. I know there could be many interpretations of this lovely poem, but that is mine and you have spun a lovely and creative web of words within your block, so .... I guess you are always free!
Thank you for sharing your creative genius!
-Pome
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A very interesting metaphor to use for the times when wirds seem to be choked - a poet's nightmare. Maybe you could have used it one notch more subtly; I got what you meant from "cobwebs stream across my inkwell", even before you added "of words". Good work, nonetheless - well done.
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Great metaphor and imagery! bravo!
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Think this might be the first poem of yours I have read. Like the metaphor you use in these lines, the flow and the message shared here. There seems days when the words are stuck, trapped, but then they are let loose and they just seem to pour out and we can't keep up. Enjoyed this read.
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Nice
The imagery coincides with the emotions well. Great job.
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This is great Bon Bon. Glad to see something new of yours here on AP. Love the visuals in this piece.
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