Spiders have not forgotten
what once use to be
relevant
Dreams we once swaddled like babies
dolls we tossed in that late August air
We forget
as if yesterday can't hold promises for tomorrow
the nightmare was only in imagination
Lonliness is imagination
You've forgotten Mother called on that phone
to remind you to use imagination
when Life's no less than hell
So the spiders made a blanket
sing a lullaby
hum your tune
Yes!! The presence of the spider...comforting...full of wisdom...Love when I see spiders in their true element and not just as "creepy nuisances"...Spiders show up in a number of my poems...reading this, I feel connected with you. Simple as that. Awesome (in the true meaning of the word!) response to the picture...actually kind of wish I wrote this ;D
ReplyDeletenice..love the inclusion and the wrap around to the spider, the making of a blanket, that is a gentle touch...and a nice bit to chew on in the middle...
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ReplyDelete"Spiders have not forgotten...", love this, and how they "made a blanket", and love the "Dreams we once swaddled like babies"...a thoughtful piece.
ReplyDeleteThis work reaches a great depth in considering the perception of loneliness. Enjoyed your poem very much.
ReplyDeletePotent pull of longing held within the web, cradled almost. Beautifully penned.
ReplyDeleteloneliness is imagination...my mantra.one should never be bored.
ReplyDeleteIt seems the spider is the caretaker of our memories which comfort him and yet us who have forgotten are lonely without them ...well written thank you
ReplyDeleteDon't weave that web without spinning your tale lol great poem
ReplyDeleteSimply gorgeous! I enjoyed this very much.
ReplyDeleteWe astound ourselves often. This should be no exception for you.
ReplyDeleteWow! It's still a feeling time for me, and my words are still getting stuck. I wish I could just send flashes of images and the feelings in my head to you, so you could understand!
ReplyDeleteThank you all! Your kindness overwhelms me :)
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