Spider Song

Spiders have seldom come to visit me here,
Unimpressed with my second-story view,
But this morning there is a four-foot web
Stretched taut from downspout to deck rail.

Such implacable patience in its weaving
And waiting for the unwary moth, careless
Fly, to be embraced by its shimmering seduction.
How many false notes there must be when

A breeze touches each string into resonance;
How content this composing presence is
To let the wind tangle them 'til they break,
Then begin again its never-ending theme,

Spinning a new harp of hunger and silk.




Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-02-20 at 17:52

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Doreen Cavazza
Ooo I like this. One summer, I had left my car window open overnight. I got in the car to get the kids to school in the morning. I reached the end of the block, and when I turned to my right, I saw a spider web that took up the entire passenger side, front window and had a quarter-sized spider in the middle. I drove as carefully as I could to not disturb her. :) This is vivid and shows the painstaking detail these creatures take in their endeavor and a tribute to their grace. It's a wonderful piece.
2011-04-29


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely written, Fog. I'm with Linda, the last line seals the deal.
2011-02-23


Morpheus
Awesome write, especially since it is about my favorite creature... the Spider! More, more, more!
2011-02-22


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2011-02-21


jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
what a good final line... best wishes from incy :)
2011-02-21


NicholasG
Sensitivity on all sides. I'll betcha a syder would make a dynamite safe cracker ;-)
Very enjoyable!
Thanks.
2011-02-20



This utterly charming and sincere. I smiled at the title before I read the poem, and I'm smiling now having read it. I am sending this to a friend who will understand this harmony down to her bones.
2011-02-20