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Mary-Eliz Apr 2018
orb weaver
spinner of dreams
creator of gossamer
your fragile web is
deceptively strong

drops of dew gather
like strands of precious gems
while you reap the harvest
of unsuspecting prey
like ripe fallen fruit

enchanting snare
captivating tangle
microcosm of life
I always get excited to find a magnificent black and yellow garden spider, the kind who write messages in their webs.
afteryourimbaud Mar 2018
While you sat at that corner
singing all your praises
over the cosmic and summer

I was at the other corner
listening to the words of your
worry and wonder.

I must have loved you
like how I adore my paracosm,
like how I need a microcosm.
Paul NP Sep 2016
His breath is a breeze with lungs that bellow the fire of his
senses or soul.
His veins are like vines that spread out like a growing tree.
His blood a river that nourishes his inner nations.
His eyes are like galaxies with black holes at center that
consume and expand on interest. The soft sand or soil of
his skin bear mineral within (bone).
He is composed of the same amount of water as the planet he indwells.
In him, neurons that harness the power of electricity.
They say nature vs. nurture yet nature nurtures us, and so we strive to nurture nature. Like the symbiotic nature of Mother and child.
And so we are nature in its many ways, the systemic nature of the universe.
Composed into one being.
Irate Watcher Aug 2014
I’m sorry
my job
does not
seem
important.

But we are
different
species
of insect
that bite:
a honey
bee and
a gadfly.

one defends
the hive —
its
reason
to survive.
the other feeds
directly
from the
blood of life.

Nice to
meet you.
Sorry for
*******
away
your time.
minor differences

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