dreamcatcher

nightmares caught in the threads

of a spiderweb

that this stationary spider

has never spun

just a piece of stone,

a piece of iridescent glass.

graying feathers

that have never flown,

plucked from

a broken brown hat.

no time to chase birds--

no time to face fears

caught in the blue

dreamcatcher

above my head.

Reviews

[The Watcher]

This is an interesting poem with strong meanings behind it. Beautifully written as well. Kudos!

100/100

[Alm]

Thank you :)

[The Watcher]

You're welcome Alyssa =)

[Eloha]

Alm this is seriously very good! I felt it all the way though. The topic is execution of this piece really pleased me and was a pleasure to read!

[Alm]

Thanks for the review :)

[Legolas]

Great poem. I enjoyed the imagery you weaved into this poem. I can picture the dreamcatcher. Very enjoyable read.

[Alm]

I made it myself :P Hahaha, I miss you, and thank you as always!

[Legolas]

Very nice. I miss you as well.

[Tai Ryens]

Another illusion-like poem; you have brought me into the nostalgic melancholy of my own wonderland. Well done indeed, Alyssa.

[Alm]

Me likes illusions, but I guess you know so.

[Patricia B. Hepler]

Enjoyed this. pat

[Alm]

Thank you :)