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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Spider and Moth

The web has done its job
sticky strings trap
fragile wings in
threads of oblivion
The spider
eight legs furiously winding
she's an old grandma
with her ball of yarn
The moth
little mummy
silky death dress
Such a tiny
perfect
demise.

10 comments:

Mimi Foxmorton said...

"silky death dress
Such a tiny
perfect
demise."

Simply the most beautiful thing I have read in a great long while. Perfectly strung words. :)

Pat Tillett said...

Gruesome and beautiful. Very good images! I can picture the spider hard at work.

Morning said...

clear and vivid imagery,
you have detective eyes, thanks for sharing such a lovely piece.

Happy Poetry Picnic.

Marbles in My Pocket said...

Oh my! I can see this so vividly, Lola! What an awesome write. Well done!

http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/10/23/the-wolf-and-the-rose/

darev2005 said...

I just love those dwindling lines.... Perfect.

Brian Miller said...

shivers...perhaps the grandkids are coming over...smiles.

The Orange Tree said...

animated wrote.
love it.

Laynee said...

As always you paint a picture with your words. Beautiful.

beccagivens said...

" ... silky death dress
Such a tiny
perfect
demise."

Awesome imagery ~~ well done!

Rachel Hoyt said...

Excellent wording! It wove a deliciously sticky web of a story. :)