Spider encounters
Sunflower from its web in the
Void --time employed
Unfolding futures.
Past unravels illusion--
No older, no younger.
Spider roams its design,
Legs spread like petals
Around a hunger, defines
What is in curious travels
To settle what was.
It always does.
Beautiful piece Geo.
ReplyDeleteI'm reading more poetry now with an intention to better understand its beautiful.
Most kind, Rick. There is some refreshment in the distillate of language and ideas. I am an old man, but only a young gardener and student of poetry. Thanks.
DeleteI notice you've knocked out about 3/4 of verbiage in this 2nd post of your poem. An improvement, but please don't shorten it any further --it still means something. --Sven G.
ReplyDeleteIndeed, Sven. Yesterday I kept pretty much to the poem as written 19 years ago. Then, this afternoon, excised about 1/2 of it. Will keep it as it is.
DeleteYou're making my brain hurt again, Geo. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photo.
Thanks, Jenny. This one hurts my brain too. Will try to avoid that in the future --er, past--ouch!
DeleteThis one is mesmerizing, Leo - both the beautiful poem and the fascinating photo!
ReplyDeleteI wonder, do you have "thousand-leggers" (centipedes) where you live? We have them EVERYWHERE here in Pennsylvania.
Yes, we have centipedes here but they're burrowers and fewer in number than millipedes --which we call 1000-leggers. I like millipedes because they are detritivores --essential to ecology-- and because they obligingly coil into discs on my dustpan for transport outdoors from the back porch.
Delete(I apologize for the typo, I meant GEO! )
ReplyDeleteNo apology needed. "Geo." is a deucedly clever pseudonym devised to keep people from guessing my real name, which is George --but don't tell anybody.
DeleteI wish what was is always settled in life. But some things just aren't, huh?
ReplyDeleteLux, as your lovely and appropriate name suggests, you always shed some Light on difficult subjects. You illuminate a truth here.
DeleteAw, that's kind of you to say.
DeleteHappy weekend, my friend!
You too!
Delete"There is some refreshment in the distillate of language and ideas."
ReplyDeleteRe-working previous writing always wakes up my brain.
Perceptive Susan,yes! The past we carry with us is an integral psrt of the present, and the awakening future.
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