Gossamer Fabric Round My Life
Gossamer Fabric …

In nightmarish dreams I stand in the netherworld,
Gazing through gossamer fabric round my life,
Watching myself float among what unfurled,
And what could have been if I had turned in time.
In a minuscule matter of time I could have been
Elsewhere, with someone else in another life,
And would it had been a better life then,
Or would it be far worse than I would like?
Was it my choice to be here, or was it Fate,
That brought me to this world I now know,
Did Destiny lead me here or was I late,
To catch a different path or flow?
Why must I be in this wayward dream,
When I should be sleeping peacefully,
Among stars and clouds of white so serene,
Not gazing through gossamer fabric longingly?
Something is stirring deep within my soul,
That one thing I have never had with me,
A longing for that one love I do not know,
I must awaken and face my reality.
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© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns
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Fine piece of writing Phyllis – I love how you combine the ethereal and the practical angles – it’s a lucid trip into an awakened dream and leaves the reader in serene pool of thoughtful imagery
Thank you very much, Ralph. Such a marvelous way you describe your reaction to the poem. I so appreciate that.
Yes, so eloquently rendered and ethereal in feel. Lovely work Phyllis.
Thank you so much, Tony. I appreciate your wonderful comment. So pleased you like it.
Most wonderful poetry. Poetry that glides you through on gossamer wings.
Lovely comment, Rasma, thank you.