General Poetry posted May 20, 2020

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Kubla Khan revisited

The Thief of Dreams

by tfawcus

Each day that dawns is but the thief of dreams,
the tattered veils of thought that drift through
They make good sense in sleep, though now the seams
are split, unable to withstand the light.

The weaving comes adrift like swirls of mist
dissipate in rays of morning sun;
the mantle disappears, though strands persist
with which to build the domes of Kubla Khan.

For poets can, at times, rework remains
with careful, stitched-up words to form a quilt,
a patchwork made of fragments from their brains -
a Xanadu of pleasures that's rebuilt.

Though daylight looms, a poet still may weave
a weft of dreams from silk the
moths reprieve.

Sonnet Poetry Contest contest entry



Image credit: Xanadu, by Philip Firsov, reproduced under Creative Commons Attribution licence.
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