down decades corridors of splintered dreams
that narrow in singular direction
to snag on years of frayed days spun
from golden thread of sun unwinding faster
how this knots into not known binding
to weave shroud that burns so brightly on that last night.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
Offline) - Published: August 7th, 2021 16:02
- Comment from author about the poem: Title is a line from Our Eunuch Dreams by Dylan Thomas.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
I had to catch my breath after this one. I picture the three Fates, one spinning, one weaving, and one snagging a loose thread to begin unravelling us, all jumbled into one intense tour de force. Painful and somewhat beautiful!
Thank you so much.
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