A boat in dock
collects more spider webs
than leaves do sunlight
on a hot July day.
Maybe, they’re attracted
to water as we are:
leaning into mother’s breast
when no other comfort will suffice.
They weave their moonlight prayers,
fragile tethers to nature’s pangs.
But, for the sweep of a black bristle broom
their fate would be a midnight feast.
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We find spiders on the sailboat every time we go sailing... Moonlight prayers...I like that!
Most of us are lucky enough to have brooms to sweep the spiders away. Its when we neglect our moorings that we get into trouble.
Good one Pat!
Hmmm... spiderwebs! I hear there's a threat now worse. The little water bugs that use to eat wooden boats and docks before they vanished in the 1700's are back!
nice poem--but it's a horrible thing for the bristles to wipe away the silk weaving of the spider...
this is a lovely concept. you have a way with language that makes a poem both beautiful and clear in its message and imagery.
I love this:
Maybe, they’re attracted
to water as we are:
leaning into mother’s breast
when no other comfort will suffice.
and the ending as well. excellent write
they're attracted to bugs flying above water.
buti love your imagery, pat.
great write again
I love those lines too:
'leaning into mother’s breast
when no other comfort will suffice.'...this evokes such an awesome feeling. Good one Pat!
Cool poem. Liked it a lot.
Wow, I'm still swaying with
They weave their moonlight prayers
Wow Pat! Such a fragile, tactile, shining moment in the hopeful, cool night glow.
This is why we write, isn't it!
Well woven. I especially like that last stanza, Pat!
love to look at spiders webs, how wonderful these little things are to manufacture such an intricate piece of art.
I so like those spider webs. I always wonder at the beauty of the creative nature of spiders.
Another good work of great imagery.
The ‘reader of poetry in me’ is having a summer siesta of sorts. I find it really difficult to get in contact with him!?:) I’m engaged in Moonlight Prayers – to wake him up! I’m Waiting for the Harvest…, with, for the time being, Small Results!?:)
Your last four poems summarise how I feel right now pretty well!?:)
It really is amazing to me how some write their diaries in a poem. Nice readin' too.
great atmosphere and images
thanks pat
another good one --- keep them coming :)
i like reading this aloud. :)
glorious lullaby tender as it rocks.
Paul, this is amazing. I've posted it on my site, with a pic...and linked it back to you. You are a novelist in miniature. Thank you.
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