Cobwebs, invisible in the darkness
Spread in every corner of the cosmos
Ensnared heaven’s butterflies in its mess
Crafted by the black widower with dross
To keep them and drink their life laid across
But Christ’s light of gnosis he brought to save
Shined into every corner of the cave
Showing the cobwebs’ thin and brittle dome
For us to wake up and see our enclave
To break Yaldabaoth’s webs, and return home
In my weary old mind,
in a very old house.
What will I see or find?
Running around a mouse,
ghosts of the past and spouse.
Cobwebs blow in the wind.
I shift my focus inward
I hum gently till the vibrations resonate
~ chanting clears my mind's cobwebs
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The Cobwebs of Dreams
It was a sunny day, perhaps to clear
I thought
Mother sat in the kitchen sunlight, making her white hair into a halo
I asked how old she was, 92 she said, I knew
trapped in a dream, she didn't live that long
By the slow river, I saw furniture drifting
My brother said that people who lived downstream
went upstream to buy furniture, to save on transport
cost, they dumped furniture into the river, where
relatives downstream picked it up
sometimes, they lost a table or a commode, but that
was a risk one had to take
I knew this was a dream
Walking on a soft road in the forest, but something
wrong, a strange red light from the trees. I was
trapped inside a painting by a mad Russian artist
Luckily, I had a flick knife
Then it was morning, I'm not sure, the line between reality and the subconscious merge perhaps, yesterday is today.
forgotten by time
a playground of cobwebs
thousands of footprints
I made in the sand
a lifetime ago
once so alive
with activity and merriment
now a deserted place
haunted by lingering ghosts
the silence, deafening
reverberating e c h o e s
of laughter and noise
by neighborhood children
forever lie deep asleep
what happened
to all the roughhousing noise?
days of innocence
long gone
this place
I remember so well
isn't what it used to be;
signs of neglect
everywhere.
I walk through
playground of cobwebs...
what happened
to all the noise?
where is everybody?
a shout
into the void
returns not so much as...
a faint echo.
Hear Harry’s hysterical, startling scream.
Little spooky spiders made him run to the extreme.
It wasn’t a fairytale fantasy dream;
the cobwebs created a crazy football team.
Mother thought she’d heard their scary scheme,
so she planned to question the Queen.
I thought they were merely mean,
moving to our happy home, creating a scary scene.
Atypical fanfare
watch me with recoil
old dowager puts on her entice
withered cobwebs
of renewal desire
somewhere in the city
she resides
selecting her prey
on social milieu
Greeting avarice like a dear friend
over a coffee and carrot cake
cobwebs
drape the moon
in silk
Blasted Cobwebs
By: Jamie Aldridge
Sticky business is their modus operandi
You can try to say no
but then you realize
your legs won’t let go
With all your might
you put up a valiant fight
For so many years you
strive to be
the bug they long to devour
Yet, all they desire
is to watch you tire
of pointless attempts
to reel them in
How they watch you spin
while sitting comfortably still
Unable to break free
from their thread of lies
they willfully spun
to keep you from ever
truly knowing, seeing, or
enjoying the sun
One day you’ll awake
and discover
that letting go
was always a piece of
chocolate choice cake
Emotional cobwebs broken apart
Feelings of ghosts kept in the dark
Who guides the path of a broken heart
Waywardly distant and constantly on guard
Looking for light for the will to make it through
Constantly the burden is put upon you
Feeling deserted not having a clue.
That He's been standing all along right beside you.
Trudging thru swamps of desolate despair
Scream to heaven how life isnt fair
Wondering why it always seems no one cares
Then casting the blame where you shouldnt even dare.
Barely breathing crippled within
You know you are almost to the end
Having lived your life completely in sin
Still its not too late if only the knees could bend.
Look up this time when your to weak to speak
Pray to the one that you seem to only scream
Ask Him for deliverance and ill promise you this
That life still may not be a bubbly mist
The cruelness wont leave you'll still be within the abyss
But I promise that He will deliver you this
Forgiveness
Acceptance
Love in abundance
Understanding
Guidance
And after all of this
Heaven
Haunting beauty everywhere
Autumn spider weaves airy web
Bewitching season I am keenly aware
Gossamer mist so delicately spread.
Spider silk lovingly spun
Wonderful tremulous gossamer lace
Weaver satisfied her web is done
Glorious Autumn full of grace.
Mist and cobwebs create a spell
I live in a gossamer dream
Magical moment paints artful carousel
Nature beguiles with seductive theme.
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23/02/2023
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rusted with disuse
heavy heart hammers in pain ~
spiders build cobwebs
10th January 2023
His fur smelled of dust;
And cobwebs that covered his face
He found me to show me his new look
That he had gone and made.
I started laughing,
He wasn't happy.
He charged me like a raging lion;
He was being comical, he's robust
I was laughing so hard, I was crying
It made my stomach hurt, I'd bust.
He was this tiny kitten then;
Still is a tiny kitty in my heart
My love for my cat will never fade
Mischief's my world, he's my parade.
I bid wishes to you in my serenade;
Of tuna, chicken, or a salmon tray
Eat as if you were, King of Lions
You are King of Lions, Heaven Bound.
in the attic
under cobwebs
a stack of old books
Caught and captured in a web
Sticking in thought’s through life
Wondering and facing many trails
While spinning around in cycles
In this cocoon I am, stuck for life
My only escape will be my death
Eaten by mankind through time
Building a life that just disappears
Forgotten over time
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