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 entrance to adventure
and inspires me with its sophistication.
I imagine inside the rooms beyond that door
exotic curios on shelves along the...

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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 gardens of long gone, enchanting. And mother's favourite,
Daylilies, in a rainbow of colors, Delphinium and Daffodils also, so dramatic.
Evening Primrose...

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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 microcosmical world.
Is its existence more trifling
than mine that occupies more space?
Perhaps not, in the scheme of things:
my universe among the...

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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. "Take us, Take us, 
Don't stop!" say the sisters, moving as deliriously 
as a woman beneath her lover, while their...

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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 softer shade,

And even the humble mushrooms  

Seemed to shine within the glade;

Silken lacework of each web 

Glistened with strands,...

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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 euro, one euro only.
The aroma and vibrant colors of seasonal flowers
In buckets, reds, blues, pinks and orange sherbet.

Colorful umbrellas tower
For...

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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 dainty dewdrops sweet to drink;
Condensed from early Autumn mist
The wondrous web with moisture, kissed,
Like beads of mercury, perfect spheres
In which...

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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 softer shade,

And even the humble mushrooms  

Seemed to shine within the glade;

Silken lacework of each web 

Glistened with strands,...

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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 ideas, 
	collections of words and phrases 
	intended for collage and inspiration,
	pleas for clarity.
		 
	My poems appear haltingly, 
	in bits and...

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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 softer shade,

And even the humble mushrooms  

Seemed to shine within the glade;

Silken lacework of each web 

Glistened with strands,...

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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 live in the dark spaces, 
and hide when I look within to see what disturbs 
my present equilibrium.

Like the glimpse...

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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 of the mind,
Into fair words of a far other kind.
How the letters take on their fate,
Assembled together next to a...

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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 snow-covered branches.
The beats  of my heart  played a measure
Among the tapestry of the gods - 
Spirit freeing semibreves
In...

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Tiny misshapen meringues, puffs of cloud, float 
Like lacework across the green and brown land 
Far beneath. In the distance, they are a little
Bigger, yet still not the towering fortresses of home;
And the snaking roads, mostly dirt this far from city 
Or town, can be...

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