Lacking strength so frail and insipid
Something woven weaves along
Making its way through out my soul
Like a heavy burden weighing me down
I proceed slowly on my journey
But making tracks leaves me weary
Tedious, tedious membrane spun wild
The web of deceit finally brings me down
Drooping gracefully as if a tear I weep
Swaying under life’s threads of the weaver
I stagger under my cause of anxiety
As life’s interlacing lays me down
Lovely peice of art .. both poem and the picture ...
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on July 21, 2002
A well written piece about this type of experience.
Reviewed by Dens Dreamweaver (Reader)
Reviewed on July 20, 2002
I always enjoy reading your work hun.. You are definately a class act..
dreamweaver
who is extremely saddened by Tomas' posst here.
Reviewed by Tomas Ughdair (Reader)
Reviewed on July 20, 2002
Hi Theresa,
Have enjoyed your poems and also so your photograghy,it has encouranged many hours of debate with my grandchildren were I have explained what can be done with a camera.
Unfortunatly their mother has decreed that AD is not a fit and proper site for them to access.
And so on purely moral grounds have requested AD to close my account and remove my poems.
All the best.
Morchuis
Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)
Reviewed on July 19, 2002
Deeply felt writing--poem and photo, both fantastic...
I share your beautifully expressed feelings, but I am a bit worried by them. You know I have faith in Nothing, but still I believe the web you feel might be god's hands.
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
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dreamweaver
who is extremely saddened by Tomas' posst here.
Have enjoyed your poems and also so your photograghy,it has encouranged many hours of debate with my grandchildren were I have explained what can be done with a camera.
Unfortunatly their mother has decreed that AD is not a fit and proper site for them to access.
And so on purely moral grounds have requested AD to close my account and remove my poems.
All the best.
Morchuis
Amor
Excellent !!
TRASK
You are a child of the King. It's always a struggle my friend. Hang in there, stay the course and keep up the light work. (((HUGS))) & refreshings!
Brightest Blessings, Love & Light! Janet