a tiny little spider

a tiny little spider

A Poem by Ern M. Yoshimoto

A tiny little spider
floating upon the river,
flowing rapidly hither
headed nowhere, forever.

 

This poor spider
half-drowning, always frowning
and outwardly sparkling �"
fake smiling, smiling smiles
like electric lights shining!
hidden pains and sorrows;
sorrows that keep piling.

 

Riling, in agony,
the spider in the river
filled with antagony
his limbs begin to quiver.
And fighting on and on,
under the shimmering sun,
the water rough and rapid
everything �" bland, insipid

Drowning, for eternity, it seems
drowning in an endless dream.
Fighting for his dear life,
fighting for his kids and wife,
children he raised well,
as far as anyone could tell,
well, anyway, it must be said �"
by god he tried his best.

 

Fighting to be the best,
fighting to get the best,
fighting because he feels blessed,
fighting because there’s nothing left.

 

For tiny little profits,
tiny little wars
in tiny little worlds
on some blood-soaked,
gut splattered,
flesh-caked moor.

 

It had no idea when its life began,
what life had in store.
joyful, it might have been,
before the river and endless war
“well, why not fight?” it might have said,
“for life is such a bore,”
and in its tiny spider head,
it found something worth fighting for.

 

Eency weency spider
lying in the gutter, drowning;
drowning in emotions
so easy enough to ignore.

 

Drowning, Dying,
Fighting, Floating

upon the endless river.
Another day, another war,
another fight, another moor
battles over precious nothing
soon to be no more.
That’s just how spiders live,
in their tiny spider worlds,
Unhappily, ignorant, misunderstanding it all �"
life is but a speck, a farce
there’s nothing here that lasts.

 

When its life began it had no idea
what death had in store!
Did it imagine it would float like this
down the river forevermore?

 

Or had it imagined
… freedom
from this circulating river,
that’s flowing faster and faster,
hither

and tither

?

 

A tiny little spider, looks forward to a better dream,
an eency weency spider, going down the stream.

© 2024 Ern M. Yoshimoto


Author's Note

Ern M. Yoshimoto
i love reading all your comments! i don't care if it's short, i still cherish hearing from you all.

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All I know is how it makes me feel. Eency weency makes me feel good about the spider, that the whole world is so large and eency weency is so small.
From its beginning, Eency weency is fighting to stay alive!
Ern, what about those days Eency weency is just chilling in its web, the wind is blowing lightly, the gnats are abundant and flying into the web...Not much work to have a gnat to save for the whole spider family cookout!

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ern M. Yoshimoto

1 Week Ago

Hey Cam. i'm glad this persona (a spider!) connected with you. yes, its life is small, but compared .. read more
camac1994

1 Week Ago

Ern, so wise, so humble...I believe if the whole world could talk like this, we would all live in pe.. read more
Ern M. Yoshimoto

1 Week Ago

i didn't expect such wisdom to come from Cocacola of all people (organisations?) but i'll take it on.. read more



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Amazing write
Really love it

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Ern M. Yoshimoto

2 Weeks Ago

thanks for stopping by Julie! i'll be sure to visit your page very soon.
I love metaphors, I write with them myself. This is really good, enjoyed

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ern M. Yoshimoto

2 Weeks Ago

thanks Nora :) i just came from reviewing your new work. see you again!
First read of yours and I did so enjoy it.
I always love metaphors because they make the reader think...really think... I wrote a poem called Innocence that is full of metaphors ...I do think you might like it...Ahhhh, yes, the desire to survive... and be happy...
Lisasview

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ern M. Yoshimoto

2 Weeks Ago

thanks Lisa! i had fun working with a 'spider' and the river. i could play around with it, referenci.. read more
Lisasview

2 Weeks Ago

You are so welcome!
Lisa
Tremendous. You bring this scene to life.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ern M. Yoshimoto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you Thomas. always appreciate you stopping by!
Maybe our country is that spider...we seem to be drowning in our own venom...we constantly bite ourselves when we are caught in a web of lies and hate...
I like the metaphor a lot....

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Ern M. Yoshimoto

2 Weeks Ago

i really like this interpretation. i'm actually not from the US (although i do watch the news and i .. read more
All living things strive to live it is the strongest drive, survival is paramont but I take this poem as a metaphor that may be extrapolated to people or even organizations. The story is enthrawling and carries the reader on to the end.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ern M. Yoshimoto

2 Weeks Ago

with all my writing, i am open to many interpretations. i will accept yours. the theme of survival i.. read more
Great poem Ern, truth of life from titans of industry to tiny little spiders, all fighting and striving for one type of survival. thank you so much for sharing.

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Added on October 26, 2024
Last Updated on October 26, 2024
Tags: experimental fiction, hypomania, bipolar, the meaning of life, samsara, existentialism

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Ern M. Yoshimoto
Ern M. Yoshimoto

Saitama , Saitama, Japan



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Ernest Lalor Malley Yoshimoto Bipolar type II Writes poetry, some free verse, and experimental short fiction/novellas. From Western Australia, based in Saitama City, Japan. Some works may contain .. more..

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