Posted by Ben Naga
Fine gossamer threads
You weave like the veiling mists
Of unending dawn
Posted on February 7, 2015, in Senryu and tagged Poetry, Respect, Senryu, Spirituality, Writing. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.
I have never had my name take the title of a poem before. Kind Sir, your words spin like silk around the very place in my soul that poetry is born. :-).
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We draw our water
Yet we claim sovereignty
As if it our own
The transparent mists guide us through the shadows where dawn shares our forgotten dreams and in trade gives us a glimpse of what might be before us or within us.
A fair enough bargain perhaps? 🙂
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