it’s time to spider
to be the shuttle
in the weaving
to attend
to any splits
following lines
making sure
all is clear
and level
repairing breaks
keeping it intact
then the waiting
level-headed
patient
no rushing about
thinking of flying
releasing a long strand
and catching the wind
but too old
for that now
too settled
trying to find
the golden mean
every day
not listening
(for i have
no ears)
but feeling
the breeze
on my body
waiting for the echo
of struggle
in the lines
then i go
inject the venom
pulverize the insides
of my prey
for me to live
something must die
///
This poem was written in response to Wordle 140 at The Sunday Whirl.
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That last bite is potent..even old spiders need to play the game..
Great spider descriptions and fun poem. Well wordled!
Glad I’m not the prey!
True. We forget that. We wrap it in high morals but life on this rock demands that a food cycle exists, the eater and the eaten.
I remember in the spring and walking in my yard…careful not to break the carefully woven threads of my spidy friends. …after all they do gotta eat. Thanks for the visit.
Best of the season and a great New Year! ~Jules
‘for me to live
something must die’ ~ I like this line. We grow every day, and something of the past has to be dissolved,… or turned in positive stuff…
Yet it is no different for us is it? We are told mankind advanced when he stopped being a vegetarian and ate other animals. We are the last to judge.
A spider view with distinctly human characteristics. We have removed ourselves from the hunting and killing by going to the grocery store…and believe that gives us the right to judge reality. Good one Richard, thank you. Hope your holiday is filled with warmth and laughter,
Elizabeth
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Very visual piece, Richard. Love it. Have yourself a wonderful holiday season.
Pamela