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Post by _black phoenix_ on Aug 14, 2003 1:23:37 GMT -5
the spider weaves her web absent mindedly like an old grandmother knitting in her worn out rocking chair
she spins her thread carefully placing each strand where it is needed most to keep the net strong
night unravels as the last bits of sticky string are pieced together and dawn approaches catching twinkles in the dew drops
___________ thanks for reading. : )
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Post by jyrascarn on Sept 16, 2003 10:30:42 GMT -5
I watched "Arachnophobia" (with Julian Sands) on TV the other night, so this is rather reassuring ... Although it's not exactly what I was expecting to come across on a dark poetry site, your interesting use of simile in the first stanza has definitely reconciled me to the fact that these frightful little beasties can be found virtually everywhere!
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Sept 17, 2003 0:01:27 GMT -5
there is something mysterious about spiders.. quite facinating creatures. yeah.. not too sure why i posted that piece. i like it.. just wanted to share. i acutally do very little writting that is not dark. thanks for the comments, jyrascarn!
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Post by black jewelled rain on Oct 13, 2003 13:38:51 GMT -5
Ok, so this may not be 'dark' poetry, but it is a work of art! And works of art should always be shared ;D
The last line was my favourite. Lovey imgaery. The whole poem gave a very nice view of spiders. Quite reassuring in a way...
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