Unhindered by space they grow,
Those fine gossamer threads woven fine, Oh! so like silk,
Scattered and forgotten,
Those golden gossamer threads, thrive in every nook and corner,
Cobwebs cluttering space,
Cloistered in a tiny space,
In tiny creeks of my mind,
I weave my own cobweb of clutter,
Far away from time and space,
Oh! They turn to fine gossamer threads,
And not just another entangled cobweb cluttering space,
With fine drops of rain showering scattered lights of enlightenment.
80 words ; free verse.
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Bjorn for hosting MTB at dVerse. The challenge is to write ” Conceit form of poetry” :- A conceit is defined as an extended and complex metaphor that creates and apart from creating, creates an element of surprise. If a metaphor is used to enhance imagery the conceit is better suited to describe an intricate metaphysical or emotional subject. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.