Weaving dreams of beguiling gold,
a future's price for happiness.
What secrets do you, determined, hold?
asks the summer wind's soft caress.
A guarded name,
a hidden hope.
Spinning wheels clutching time,
grasping straw that falls away,
What dreams may come, we soon may find,
won't recall at end of day.
A cherished life,
a memory lost.
Beautiful, the wording is very effective!
ReplyDeleteConflicting emotions ... a rollercoaster of hope and despair at play ...
ReplyDeletecreative, well plotted story.
ReplyDeleteNice piece, iLike! :) It is interesting to see how different minds respond to the same piece of inspiration.
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful! I love the "honey" reference.
ReplyDeletevery nice flow of thoughts:)
ReplyDeleteI love the contrasting emotions in this piece. Even the title captures this well.
ReplyDeletewell plotted story.
ReplyDeletelost memories, sad,
powerful entry.
The dreamy image and the poem are one here, very well done! :)
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, I love the imagery.
ReplyDeleteEvocative poem - I enjoyed reading it. ^_^
ReplyDeleteI love the contrast, even the clever title. Terrific write.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is sweet and beautiful. Lovely thoughts on the image.
ReplyDeletepoetic and stunning.
ReplyDeletemasterful piece.
You don't need a lot of words to make an impression. This was beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteLove this beautiful rendition of life's bittersweet balance between sadness and hope. Very good!
ReplyDeleteThis evokes the image Rumpelstiltskin! But that nasty little gnome was hardly 'the Summer wind's sort caress'!
ReplyDeleteI love your take on the theme, and the paradox in the title is superb.
ReplyDeleteCheers!