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|Hopefully I'm putting this in the right place. Here is poem 1 of many in a book I am working on entitled SPIRITS. (That is why the 1 is at the beginning of the poem) |
1 THE SPIDER
I'm writing these words to you.
You who practices day and night weaving your little web.
Never failing to amaze my forever fixed eyes.
Spinning and flipping your way about the world.
Wondering what adventure to set out on next.
Thinking of what to eat, where to go, what to do, and who to see.
Racing racing racing all around the house looking, feeling, smelling, tasting.
Do you taste with the tongue?
Do you think with the web?
All the traps you set.
What sets traps for you spider?
What are you afraid of?
Do you dream of creatures in the night.
Do you dream of the ghostly white flies haunting you in your dreams?
Are your dreams a sign of weakness and pain?
I wonder how you think, how you design, how you entrap, how you scare them away.
I know we are both alike, both you and I, spider and human.
I know you may not think it but, but, I do, I do.
You weave your web just as I weave mine, young spider.
You eat to survive just as I eat to survive, young spider.
Are we not the same in motives and instinct?
Are we not the same in actions and purpose?
Are we not the same in reason and soul?
Are we not the same in health and danger?
I ask you young spider, to think about these matters that I have placed in front of you.
I ask you young spider, to dwell on these flies of thought before you devour them as you would any other fly.
I ask you young spider, to think, think, think, before you do, think before you do, think before you do.
The line margins are shorter here so the line breaks aren't where they should be but that is okay :)
Posted: 12/15/2011 2:16:18 AM
|I like it, Alex.|
But messages this short cannot be posted, perhaps I should say why I like it - imagination, imagination, imagination.