Elysabeth asked in Arts & HumanitiesPoetry · 1 decade ago

What do you think of The First Spider morning poem?

Thinking back on ages when I was angry,

Spinning anger in webs...

Catching my reflection in bits of

Shattered dew,

Thinking how funny my thousand eyes

Shone

And how sad it was that they saw...

How horribly, greedily, they drank in the

Poison of

Sight.

Catching my reflection and watching it

Beat veined wings

Against the crystal threads of my home,

My anger,

Spun from my body and sticky with

Millions of years

Of feeling nothing

As soft eyes closed...

What day was it when the first dry

Wings fell to the ground, betraying me

To the trusting things as

Predator...

What day was it when the butterflies,

The kind, lovely beings, ceased their

Visits, and

Cursed my

Sight...

If, by spinning, I could empty

My belly of anger,

I would web the stars...

Then stalk the highest corners of

Eternity...

Crawling on my belly into

The House of God.

Update:

Buk...the brown recluse is the only one you have to squash on sight. Black widows are not deadly...proven!

Update 2:

TD...hey, girls' gotta eat! I've had wolf spiders and black widows for pets...about when I was seven. They're cute!

Update 3:

Buk...w.e.l.l., it had a mother. It was loved, except for that 'crink' on its head?

Funnels live in what country? Forgot.

Good morning!

Update 4:

Grandma...I keep spiders in the corners. And, Orkin never has to spray for anything!

Update 5:

Elaine...I've got 2 divorces...what more can I do to fatten up? heheheheheheeeeeeeee.....!

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  • 1 decade ago
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    This is definitely one of your better things, Elys. Truly your own vision, fleshed (and husked) out to take you from reality to dream. The God stuff ain't me, but I ain't the poet!

    On your use of "anger/angry": seems more likely you're talking about other than mere anger---may be different realities of it for the exploring.

    But COULD mere anger cause all that you describe? Maybe so, if it's held on to for so, so long, and built onto, deftly, for so, so long.... But repetition is a form of change; surely something more monstrous comes out of it? What food you get(less and less)'s less filling: the hollow leg fills with gall, the belly button brims with bile.

    On instances of "anger/angry": seems you could just say "Thinking back on ages when I was spinning anger in webs." Seems you could just get rid of "anger" in 2nd stanza. Seems leaving out any more "anger" till that belly in the end makes that belly better heeded, heavier with its need for redemption....

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  • 1 decade ago

    I love it. I know what anger is and what it can do to your insides. Relinquish my will to seek revenge and betray my need to prey on others leaving behind me tell tale evidences of the damage I have done. Give all this up and humbly crawl on my belly into the house of God. Anger and spiders are both necessary in the world we are in. Drinking in the poison of sight can only happen to an already darkened mind that twists the images into objects of hate.

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  • jenny
    Lv 7
    1 decade ago

    This poem is powerful, truly enjoyed this pen.

    As you write in vast areas of all that is, and scoops of metaphors,

    if you have not read the following book, I think you would enjoy it.

    "The Starfish and the Spider" by Ori Brafman & Rod A. Beckstrom

    isbn 1-59184-143-7 Portfolio. year pulb. 2006.

    Truly an unforgettable read.

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  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago

    A wonderful poem one of my favourite sights is to see a spiders web in an Autumn early morning mist glistening with dew drops like cultured pearls. As an infant i was fascinated by the scene, and i have never lost the thrill in all these years. Strange.

    Thanks a lot Elys.

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  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago

    Great poem, but I shouldn't have looked at Buk's link before reading. UGH.

    I prefer to think of Charlotte when thinking of spiders.

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  • 1 decade ago

    Very enjoyable!

    I was bit by a brown recluse 2 years ago. I had to be hospitalized and given IV therapy. I still have a horrible scar on my arm!

    Even though they are VERYcreepy...they still fascinate me!

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  • 1 decade ago

    I like spiders, their webs show me where I've forgotten to dust in the corners. Oh, if only I could teach them to clean. I'd have the cleanest home in the world!

    But they're to smart for that. (~; }

    Don't make them angry though, big or small, they turn around & rear back on you, fangs to expose.

    G/M Elys

    Edit: Yes, they outdo any exterminater, & don't use chems. ( ;

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  • Alobar
    Lv 5
    1 decade ago

    Ohh, I liked that.

    Strangely, I could hear Mic Jagger singing off in the distance: "Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name!"

    Wonderful images, truly.

    Not just a light Good Morning poem indeed!

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  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago

    I had trouble getting past the spider metaphors...I'm scared speechless of the foul and Evil creatures.

    But...I made it, and glad I did.

    Great poem.

    Edit: Check out the Funnel Web spider. Nastiest one out there.

    http://www.usq.edu.au/spider/find/spiders/images/2...

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  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago

    Yes, girl's gotta eat.

    Delightfully penned the plight of spiders everywhere :)

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