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  • Silk worm

    SILK WORM

    She moved
    I followed

    Wave like action of her body
    The most beautiful movement in the world

    In reverse, scene
    Oily sheen

    Remnant
    To become a covering tapestry

    Old man’s way
    Worm mother’s dream

    Binding the circumference of my head
    Guiding my very life
    Her silky thread

    I’m the one that becomes steamed
    Instead

    She’s undomesticated
    Wild
    Hybrid

    Seducing my trees
    To feast with lust
    White Mulberry leaves

    Undomesticated, wild
    Stay that way
    She must be

    Not rendered to be spun
    Reborn
    To fly free

    Wild, untamed

    Five thousand years ago, before she became a slave
    A Slave to man’s lust
    A Prostitute renamed

    SILK WORM

    RDS
    THE SECOND



  • #2
    Fascinating imagery and metaphor, the second.

    Old man’s way
    Worm mother’s dream


    Zesta!

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    • #3
      Hi, Ts, a very effective format for this poetic journey, which holds attention from first to last!

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      • #4
        Hello The second, And her weave, one time, more valuable than gold as this poem surely is. Luring and spellbinding poetry leaving the reader encapsulated in mystery and awe. Very well done indeed. Regards, Tony.

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        • #5
          Thank You Poetic Friend!!!!

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          • #6
            Oh
            My
            God

            this is glorious!!!! I have read three times!

            swept away.......


            Seducing my trees
            To feast with lust
            White Mulberry leaves

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            • #7
              Thanks to all for reading and commenting! I embrace your thoughts!!!!

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