Best Lacework Poems

I see three doors before me.
The one to the left is blue, a beautiful lupis blue
with ornate lacework in its center.
Parisian-esque, it looks likes an...

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Ajuga, will be a must, a blue beauty that blows in the wind.
Bellflowers, charming and faithful and lovely, of course I must have
Candy Tufts from...

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In this tangled web of chaos, 
trying to untangle my being 
of this spider's lacework; 
if my soul will just assent
to a haven of order.

11/2/2014...

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A microscopic arachnid
tinier than a poppy seed
spins diminutive filaments
barely visible to the eye;
a spiral silk lacework deathtrap
for infinitesimal prey
strung high between white cornered walls
in a...

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There are three of them, Cinderella siblings:
shapely, deciduous, their leafy green
darkness undulating in the specter wind, 
its silent snare drum emulating heartbeats 
in syncopated symmetry....

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Wherever the moonlight touches

Meadow or oft tread dale

Little, grey rabbits and birds

Each morning tell the tale

Of how, during the long night

The land took on a...

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A stroll down Paris city's wet streets.
So, romantic as the Eiffel Tower comes to view.

Vendors line up selling their wares out of carts.
Some shouting, "one...

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The master weaver weaves his web
Immune to weather’s flow and ebb.
Unseen for nine months of the year
This diamond-studded lacework here
No tasty morsel trapped, I think,
But...

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I dream fragments of poetry, 
	my pen balanced in my hand, 
	journal opened to that page 
	already darkened 
	with blots of frustration,
	asterisks for seemingly important...

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Wherever the moonlight touches
	
Meadow or oft tread dale

Little, grey rabbits and birds

Each morning tell the tale

Of how, during the long night

The land took on a...

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Wherever the moonlight touches

Meadow or oft tread dale

Little, grey rabbits and birds

Each morning tell the tale

Of how, during the long night

The land took on a...

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Eyes

The neuronal lacework of my brain, 
house of the many mansions of my mind, 
is home to the ghosts of things past; 
secretive phantoms who...

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At first the mind empty of words,
Filled with a silence never heard.
An idea thickens and takes shape,
An echo through eternity will make.
From an alphabet soup...

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FOREST    LOVE



As  a melody felt in its first notes,
I  caught the perfume  of her soul pouring
Through the lacework of...

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My mind wanders into an idyllic realm
Pristine rosebuds are waiting for sunshine
Within the zen of a dawning magenta meadow
In the midst of our stressful, cheerful...

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