Cosmic Spiders and Fine-Tuned Vessels

It is going to be a turbulent day; take a moment. Join me for a little lifestyle chit-chat and a lot of poetry. A little humor and hopefully a stress-relief.

Cosmic Spiders and Fine-Tuned Vessels

Link to audio blog and alternative link . Keep scrolling to read some new poetry inspired by the write of fellow Writerscafe poet, Ern M. Yoshimoto.

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Spider, Come to Her

a spider was not meant to swim
eight spindly legs, do poorly as fins

come to her, instead

perhaps our leggy-lady
could float upon the surface
her limbs turned to oars
rowing until her fur, waterlogged
plunges to the sea floor
an anchor, amorphous

no, a spider was not meant to swim
eight spindly limbs, do poorly as aquatic fins

a spider was given threads, to weave and to create
such beauty, even the garish papillion comes to her
re-cocooned and clad in silk before consumed

a spider was not meant to swim
eight spindly legs, do poorly as fins

come to her, instead

perhaps our leggy-lady
could float upon the surface
her limbs turned to oars
rowing until her fur, waterlogged
plunges to the sea floor
an anchor, amorphous

no, a spider was not meant to swim
eight spindly limbs, do poorly as aquatic fins

a spider was given threads, to weave and to create
such beauty, even the garish papillion comes to her
re-cocooned and clad in silk before consumed

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Author's Note

Thank you for your read. I endeavour to return comments:)

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful tale dear Pryde. I try to leave the spiders be. Keep my garden free of the bugs. I do love your storytelling. Thank you dear friend for sharing the interesting and fun poetry.
Coyote

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you. Yes spiders in the garden are the best place for them:)

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Pryde and you are welcome.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Limbs turned to oars....I like that.
Spiders get a bad rap....I like a poem that makes us feel for the unloved creatures.
j.

[Pryde Foltz]

They do and yet they limit the world of its pests. I am going with spiders, as long as they don't come into the house. I have to admit:)

Thank you for the visit:)

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

absolutely wonderful. the sad story of a soul finding herself in a place she does not belong.
the chorus, repeating "she was not meant to swim" drills in the tragedy of this tale.
the title beckons us to come to her, and i want reach into the screen and rescue her... but of course, i can't.
i am as helpless as the spider.

[Pryde Foltz]

Only in water but you do have your pen to form land:)

Thanks so much, Ern.

[Dave W.]

I could see this as a song, it's so good. Also I love spiders. Thank you so much for sharing.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you ... maybe a nursery rhyme but then I would have to tighten up meter and such. I like to leave things a little unexpected:)

[Dave W.]

Unexpected is awesome

[Daz]

I enjoyed this one. You know your spiders very well.

[Pryde Foltz]

Haha ... they keep eating my curds and whey:)

[Daz]

Lol!!...:)

[Sami Khalil]

"a spider was not meant to swim
eight spindly legs, do poorly as fins

come to her, instead"

[Sami Khalil]

"a spider was given threads, to weave and to create
such beauty, even the garish papillion comes to her
re-cocooned and clad in silk before consumed"

[Sami Khalil]

Spiders and spider webs always fascinated me with their intricate work and creativity: I feel that God created every creature for a purpose in this world-wide web. You have touched on the philosophical aspects behind all of that in this marvelous poem.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you so much, Sami. Spiders are the weavers and caretakers of the garden. Where would we be without them:)

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy woooo! So true and well articulated. You are welcome along with the spiders.

[Twilight]

That's certainly different.! I think that you captured well, how a spider moves and behaves. Also, imagined what it might be able to do; teasing the reader a bit. So, is there a philosophical side within this piece.? Possibly, the capacity of a living creature to adapt; or not to do so. But, why change for the sake of it? As suggested in this poem, that spider already has adapted; to using his limbs and bodily features - as nature intended. Naturally, it might also make us think about the capacity of humans to try and adapt; or not. According to our circumstances, of course. The spider was given threads, "to weave and create". So, us humans should use our hands appropriately too; to create and sustain day to day living. And, of course; use our particularly special tools to - er procreate too..? Anyway, enough said; lest Pryde adapts usage of an arm limb to assail me with the nearest frying pan...! Well, that would be adaptability in action too; of a kind.?

[Pryde Foltz]

Haha ... frying pan ... no need for that. I know karate. LOL

Thank you for your wonderful message:)

[Twilight]

Oh, it was nothing..!

[Pryde Foltz]

HI Julian ... is the review you meant. I left a comment above:) Again good luck tomorrow.

[Twilight]

Yes, I remember our conversation there now; so just a trick of the memory. Thanks for the thoughtful words.

[Pryde Foltz]

No worries ... virtual frying pan hits are like that:)

[Relic]

I'll never throw a spider in the toilet again. lol
I like the repetition as it states the point before further pointing out the spiders rough life as a swimmer. :)

Good poem, Pryde. Like it.

[Pryde Foltz]

Let's not get ahead of ourselves. The spider's place is the garden and not the home. LOL

read moreLet's not get ahead of ourselves. The spider's place is the garden and not the home. LOL

Thank you, Relic:)