Web

Spider

stretched

fine silvery

filaments

across kitchen

window.

Unusual

tornado shaped

web

with only

one (or perhaps a thousand and one)

strands

connected to the

sill

from the side

of the window.

All those moments

weaving, back and forth;

broken by

wind, rain

and

life.

 

Author: purpleborough

Thankful that I was given the honor of rearing two great children.

4 thoughts on “Web”

  1. Great poem, Linda. I’m petrified of spiders though. I couldn’t look that closely or I’d faint. Heh. But this poem still has great meaning. Thank you for sharing it.

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  2. You are a silvery spinning web of a poet! I was just telling my daughter how Grandmother Spider spins the world into creation every moment. She wasn’t convinced…

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    1. Ahh…thank you. Sometimes spiders write….My mom and I would spend hours trying to read the writing in beautiful spider webs in the garden.
      Perhaps one day your daughter will be convinced. The little webs of Life may convince her.

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