Sparks Poem by Meghan Fenwick-Boland

Sparks



I think a dream would be a tapestry,
But we fumbled in our attempts
ours was more like a bolt of cloth.
A banner woven in ecstasy,
Crafted of froth,
materials, shimmering and ethereal.
But it expired fast,
It soon came to break and dissipate.
Its fabric burning brightly away in a gust.

Thursday, June 22, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: souls,reflecting,regret,funny love,romance,humorous,perspective,contemplation
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It was woven by novice hands. But my hearts clings Onto the idea of us
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