Dreamcatcher, Dreamweaver.
Bring me a dream. Sonnet of Shadow.
How exquisite you are, Dreamcatcher...A Dreamweaver so divine
Adorned in lovely dainty symbols, waving gently in the breeze
How wonderfully flamboyant and many-hued is your beauty
when you weave, in your handmade willow of woven webbed hoops
Feathers and beads sway beneath a soothing moon above my restless bed
Of what do you ponder, do you dream of the ancestors of long ago
Who with gentle hands and reverent worship to nature and sky
first offered you the sacred feathers and beads, natural fibres interwoven
Are you my talisman, allowing positive dreams to pass through me
Filtering out my negative energies. Filling me with perfect light
My dear dreamcatcher...moonbeam above, catch all of my bad dreams,
Letting only the good dreams reach my wary restless form;
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Sleep my child, I hear you whisper, as slumber gently steals me away
Worry not your worn soul. Tonight you rest beneath a healing moon.
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Novel Allen
You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. (Maya Angelou). Genuine accomplishment is not about financial gain, but about dedicating oneself to activities that bring joy and fulfillment.
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This is a beautiful lullaby 🥰
Oh, how beautifully sad, Novel! I was absolutely enthralled in this sonnet and its rhythm. I don't know why but I thought of you when I came across this sad story of a woman who died in her apartment and was discovered over two years later. Maybe you could do something with it for the Rick Henry Christopher's Tales from Beyond Challenge: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joyce_Vincent
Words desert me, leaving me at a loss for description most fitting the feeling of hope rising. The pic is so soothing, the words bliss. Ah, blessed sleep.
This felt so reassuring. Loved your poem!
This poem is beautiful, soothing, full of love, and very well written. Nice work, Novel!
Ahhhh, such sweet dreams I shall have after reading this. ✨ ✨✨ Soothing and beautiful.