"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Friday, August 17, 2012

Silver Thread


Dream Catcher,
as night inks its way
across my pillow
let nightmares that
would torment
be caught in silver thread
to spin beauty from terror.



©Susie Clevenger 2012

6 comments :

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Just beautiful, as is your image. Loved it.

Laurie Kolp said...

Ahh... a lovely capture... poem and picture. Sweet dreams!

Susan said...

"as night inks its way across"
"to spin beauty"

I would love to see a visual artist imagine this! You spun beauty here.

Ella said...

Wonderful...I love the imagery and the ending was perfect! :D

Daydreamertoo said...

Lovely!...I love the story behind these too. My teen has one above her bed and really believes they work.
Your poem is so gentle, and beautiful in its imagery.

Geraldine said...

Perfection! Spun beauty indeed.

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