The Taste of Spider Silk

The Taste of Spider Silk

 You bring back a wonder

Of the dishonesty in the veins of my arms

The delicate spider strings

That keep together sore

The blood. The flesh. And core.

 

You bring back a wonder

Of the salt you forgot to throw

Into your stew of water and wood shreds and stones

 

I have slept on the soft grounds of your doubt

On the edge of your wakefulness

I have slept to be able to breathe in reverse

A hundred thousand years

To a time when the sky was yet

The child of gentle grey

And ashen cream-white

Shades quite competent enough

Of putting to sleep

My hatefulness

 

But you seldom bring back a wonder

Your eyes which I have broken

With a deliberate scream

 

You often bring back a wonder

Of what my unclean, bare hands

Could possibly offer once you've perished

When I've kissed and drunk

All the kindness within me..

Reviews

[TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSh..]

This is beauty. Delicate, elegant the soft subtle
imagery I found such peace in your words.
This is Beautiful Poetry

Sheer Terror

[Coyote Poetry]

I miss you too. Your poetry wonderful journey into story and good words.
"You often bring back a wonder
Of what my unclean, bare hands
Could possibly offer once you've perished
When I've kissed and drunk
All the kindness within me.."
The above lines could stand alone. I could write a epic tale from those thoughts. Thank you my friend for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

There's a lot of imgainanation in this piece which makes it amazing. :-))

Kaze~

[TL Boehm]

formidable. I can't even articulate the way this one goes to my core. Those who would suck the life from us - oh this thing is a powerful write.

[Elwyn]

Hey there! Nice to meet you!

What I most appreciated about this poem is the imagery and symbolism. There are no petty details throughout this work, and each words stands a purpose. My favorite is in the last stanza "You often bring back a wonder/ Of what my unclean, bare hands" The reader not only has a good picture of what the literal hands in question look like, but also that they are sinful and have committed horrible deeds (hence the unclean), and that they are also on their own, as in they are not being dressed up with a higher or more holy purpose (the bareness described). I very much enjoyed this poem and I think you have a true talent with words.

[Saddam]

I have slept on the soft grounds of your doubt
On the edge of your wakefulness.

Genuinely write, and hold the nerve. Great.

[Michael (Letters and Li..]

There's a lot of really great imagery in here. I love the lines. A very intriguing piece. Great job :)

[Bluefire]

This is an amazing poem. I like the imagery and wordplay, they make a story who's tune is both sweet and tragic.
Well done. ^^

[StarNinja]

Another lovely poem, Rain. I love how evocative the imagery is. It is definitely your strong suit. Two things though. One, did you mean to say "bare hands" instead of "bear hands"? Because there is a difference. Or was this poem written by a bear? Did I miss that completely you mistress of subtlety you? Two, I don't think spider silk tastes all that good :/
Perhaps you could rename the poem "The Taste of Apple Pie". That'll corner the pie lovers market you poets so crave. Anyways, I'm glad you could grace us with another poem. Please continue to do so as yours is the only poetry I review. Five stars! Two thumbs up!

[Sami Khalil]

I felt this poem is fixing to scream from the injustice and the broken promises the narrator was inflicted upon. A splendid poem...:)............