Spiders

the spider sits

silently

weaving

gossamer webs

of ink

to catch

such words, such

errant flies

as these

Author's Note

My second poem of the day. Just glad to be doing it again. Thankful, you might say.

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Superb work. You nailed it.

[John Sullivan]

Thanks so much Tom. Glad ya stopped by.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

What a wonderful metaphor. And would this spider be, by any chance, Boris?

[John Sullivan]

Creepy creepy, crawly crawly... thanks for reading, Jacob.

[Lorry]

...and the poet copies the spiders, while wondering if the spider knows how poetic its webs are to us! 😀

[John Sullivan]

Such shameless plagiarists we are, ripping off reality for any inspiration at all. Thanks for reading, Lorry.

[John Sullivan]

A few hours later... this one isn't very good, is it?

[John the Baptist]

Well, it is unique. I have never thought of the poet as a spider trying to catch words, but the simile does hold. Some days our webs are full, others empty. I wouldn't write this one off.

[John Sullivan]

Thanks you kindly, J the B.

[Pete]

at least they're honest. "oh what a tangled web we weave ..."

[John Sullivan]

Indeed, my friend, indeed.

Thanks for reading and stopping by today.

[Buddhistboy73]

Spiders...yes indeed....they create any a web that can entrance or trap us...

Nice short write here....

BB73

[John Sullivan]

Thanks BB, good to hear from you.