Our time goes by, years run away,
we patch ourselves day after day,
stubbornly weave a dream, a plan,
like spiders weave – always again,
day after day – new and new threads,
if one of gods tears up their webs.
Nap nap után
Nap nap után elszalad,
foltozgatod önmagad.
Szősz kitartón álmokat,
mint a pók sző napra nap
– hálója ha elszakad –
mindig újabb szálakat.
dVerse ~ Poets Pub
Our World Tuesday
Beautiful
ReplyDeleteThank you very much!
DeleteI like the daily patching.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Frank!
DeleteBleak and inspiring at the same time. Those spiders really are tenacious!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, dear Jenna! 😊
DeleteI specially like this line:
ReplyDeletestubbornly weave a dream, a plan-
Thank you very much, dear Grace!
Deleteas an individual maybe, as a species, not so easy...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jade!
DeleteI like this analogy very much.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, Jay!
DeleteYour title reminded me of the opening line of ‘Fool on the Hill’ by The Beatles. I like the idea of patching ourselves day after day and stubbornly weaving dreams. Such is life.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, dear Kim!
DeleteReally nice subtle rhyming and rhythm, I could feel the continuity of the web building. This poem shows none of the dreary resignation or bitterness that usually accompanies this idea - instead the statement of uncluttered 'is-ness' and the implied insouciance of the spider make it comforting to me.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, dear Christine!
DeleteI cannot avoid thinking about the rain that washes the web away...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Björn!
DeleteBeautiful! Reminds us that life goes on. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, dear Cathy!
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