Open Poetry #17 |
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Where is the Spider? |
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Martie
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Where is the Spider? Time spins a web from the tree of life and we are caught. Blown like a feather, we cling as our need gives us strength. We touch the lazy leaf in awe, smell the tangy edge of fruited laughter and long for truth. Days are sometimes our slow enemy. The dullness of them seeps into our lust and inhibits our exuberance. Many times a manic dance spins us out of control, before we can think of a purpose we have passed ourselves and must seek again what we never found. We are the umbilicated tied to the past by a severed cord, phantom pains keep us from forgetting our beginning. We are chained to the future by the microscope of eternity found in our children. We throw out a life line and glean through the unbearable coupling of our bodies, destiny. From the depth of this beauty we recognize youth far back on the road. The mirror mimics our exterior when inside we realize that youth has only become less frivolous and more kind. There are signs along the path we travel, these are some I’ve seen: Singing when your heart is full brings sweetness to your voice. Holding the hand of one who walks along the river leads to the appreciation of little things. Listening to the message of the sea, humbles an overripe opinion. Embracing in love sets a fire that will not be extinguished. Looking inward for the teacher calms the trembling fingers of your grasping search. Laughter emptying into your troubled soup sweetens the bitterness and strengthens all the essential ingredients. To struggle against the web is to be caught more fiercely. If we are still, listening and open, we can appreciate the glistening of its craftsmanship and the touch of air surrounding it. Peace is fleeting, found in an instant when eyelash meets the cheek. Does the tree of life concern itself with our struggle? Tall and sure it holds the web, but can it protect it from what is or what will be? I still have not seen the spider. ______________ my muse is loose, has anybody seen her..that's why this is a repost..sigh. To decorate this aging |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Martie~Your muse is standing beside you nodding in approval! Very thought provoking write....and some wonderful lines here, but, I shall not pick and choose...for it would take away from the whole piece to do so. You KNOW I just love it!! ~hugs, Nancy~ ~Life may not be the song you requested, |
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PoetriPrincess Member
since 2001-11-17
Posts 55CA / U.S.A |
I liked it, its the type of poem that makes u think about alot of things as well as linger n u're mind. Friends & Poems, |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Sometimes Muse sits on our shoulder, having us ponder over our poems, saying "see, this is why wisdom is not given to the young, it would scare them to death..." well done, our Martie... |
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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
Martie- Well, repost or not, I LOVE THIS. ![]() I'll keep an eye out for that muse of yours. ![]() Hugs, ![]() ~Vicky "...until you have read the verse on his heart, |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
For I think the spider may be tangled among the veins of emeralds dangling from the tree of life Drinking ... from the tidal passions created in the thirst flowing through these paths that we must all tread in order to learn the means to the end that we all find eludes us in understanding For I think that spider rest in each breath that I am gifted spinning the web of knowledge that there is no end but only the beginning of a sweeter life inside the coils of life's web. ************ Repost or not ... I love the way you are always bringing us new enlightment from your own ponderings and of course we all know that your free-verse is untouchable in it's greatness. So tell me, how does it feel to have such a remarkable mind and the talent to bring it to us in such a beautiful way? |
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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
I'm all the way with the others Just beautiful And your muse??? She's playing hide and seek so you could repost this beauty Titia A rose is a rose is a rose...I guess... |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
WOW!!!!Well I can only say that I am sure glad this is a repost because I would have never had a chance to read it. Magnificent. **Hugs** Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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Martie
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Posts 28049California |
Nancy--I am always glad to read one of your responses..so sweet they are! Hugs back Poetriprincess--I'm glad this got you to thinking..did me too. Thanks so much for such a nice reply! Karilea--You always know just what to say..how do you do that? Hi Vicky--So glad to see you, my friend...seems like it's been a long time. Mark--Wow! What a wonderful inspire of fire..you made a much better poem then mine..you should post it. Thanks for always being such a good friend. I miss you! Titia--Thank you so much ..you know I think your right about that muse. Startime--Well, you know..the wow and hug must have been one of the reasons I did repost it. Thanks and Hugs back! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
From the depth of this beauty we recognize youth far back on the road. The mirror mimics our exterior when inside we realize that youth has only become less frivolous and more kind. There are signs along the path we travel, these are some I’ve seen: Singing when your heart is full brings sweetness to your voice. Holding the hand of one who walks along the river leads to the appreciation of little things. Listening to the message of the sea, humbles an overripe opinion. Embracing in love sets a fire that will not be extinguished. ===================================== A certain cowboy had a fit cuz I missed this poem ![]() like I said before...Im gonna put bells on my fave poets so I cant lose them in this way too busy room ![]() But I will thank that pushy cowpoke for sendiing me here cuz I wouldnt have wanted to miss this very cool poem with its wonderful message of wisdom...and that cowboys poetic reply is way cool too ![]() superb imagery here Marite-girl. he said ... "dont cry" ... |
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