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Laokos Sep 12
~           *light on,
still-frame freeze of black bodied eight-legged life
     clinging to stained acrylic. we stare at each other pretending we're not real
until one of us moves.
                    
it was me.
Adi N Sep 8
A tiny daring spider built a gorgeous circular web
on my window pane. It's in my view
again and again. I reserved
that spot as my look-out-to-think pane. But now
the spider has taken it, dare I complain.

Rain, wind and sun have blessed the spider’s dwelling,
as I watch him hide in the web’s corner wrapped in silk
and pouncing on his prey. He clearly is not scared
of me and uses the glass as god’s grace.

I ask him everyday-
But why that pane?
Do you have calendars or time constraints?
Are you in bliss, sadness, or pain?

He finally came, in my dream last night,
Dressed in a beautiful white silky robe, very bright,
and said in a husky voice-

Just like you, I am the creator’s creation,
Here to fully blossom in this incarnation ,
But you and I very different,
All life is relative, it's an illusion.
peach Aug 26
170
i have a friend
one real friend
her name is crystal
she could never hurt anyone really
but people are afraid

she is calm and sweet
and furious
there is fire in her soul
and loneliness too
i think

we are the same
terrifying and lonely
natural enemies of the world
a perfect pair
much love to crystal the giant rose tarantula
𝓐𝓼 𝓪 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓫𝔀𝓮𝓫 𝓸𝓯 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮...

𝓦𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓼...

𝓞𝓯 𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻...

𝓞𝓻 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓽 𝓰𝓸!
𝓦𝓮 𝓸𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼...𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓫𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓷𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓽!
𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼! ❣
~~~
Hello there

insect buzzing through the air

why don't you come & sit in my snare...

                                  ...I mean chair            
  

I have six legs, see?

I'm just like you

oh, these?  my arms?

why yes, there's two


so come, little one

dawn has begun

take refuge from the sun

in this hammock I've spun


there, isn't that nice?


what?  your legs?

you said they won't move?

there, there my winged friend

I know just what to do!

🕷🕸🦟
Beware of insects with arms.
Lyn-Purcell Aug 8

Flawless is her art
Life now drips from every thread
Silk now spun in dark


New day, new haiku!
Now that I've done with the Pleiades, I'm back to other women of myth!
This one is for Arachne. Now she always stood out to me.
The myth I grew up with is that she was overly arrogant and proud about her talents. Athena challenged her and well, Athena lost. Even the Goddess of Wisdom and Handicrafts was in awe of Arachnes work. As Ovid said, Athena couldnt find 'a fleck or flaw—even Envy can not censure perfect art'. But then, Arachne didnt portray the gods in a good light either. (Tbh, most myths are about the Gods being ******* to humans AND each other). Athena tore the loom, in jealous rage and we all know what happened, Arachne became a spider. There are in fact two alternate stories with the same ending. One is the one I grew up with, Athena cursed her to be a spider, but the other one is that Arachne ended her life as the Goddess destroyed her proudest work and she was turned into a spider out of pity. Either way, I was alluding to a spider with the last line. Ironically, while writing this, I saw two spiders in my living room and several baby spiders in my garden.
Which doesn't help my arachnophobia 😅😅😅
Anyway, thank you all for growing followers! 376 followers! I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
Maria Mitea Aug 7
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One sunny afternoon                                        
I set my tent in the jungle,
and broke every rule walking alone to find a sip of fresh water.     
~
I studied everything I could about big creatures that live in the jungle. I was convinced that there are no lions and hyenas, ...
when all of a sadden I could not step on the ground.      
~                              
Paralyzing pain was numbing my right leg.
~
I was bitten by a venomous creature.
~
I immediately knew that I’ll die
suffocating.
~
The fear helped me deepen my breath, with no hope for survival ...
~
Big creatures have been given power, while minuscule one have been gifted with venom and poison to protect themselves.

Never underestimate a minuscule creature, ...
Life teachings come to us in many ways.

There is more and more knowledge, but never more learning.

Learning comes trough direct experience.

In the jungle I learned a big deal about the so called small creatures ... My experience though me that there are no small creatures...
J J Jul 28
Lift the crumb-sized bit to your lips,
Hesitate until it's too late for hesitation,

Fold to tongue and absorb those tasty, harlmess
Spider footprints and germatic warzones.
I thought I'd already posted this.
mothwasher Jul 18
the creature has noticed me. it has thousands of broken legs on its face and keeps tabs, never wasting an hour without checking in, watching my home grow bigger in the corner. i am a long bodied cellar spider, suspended, inverted beneath the guitar case, just right of the bed frame. food is scarce, but i sense we share this hunger in the humid subterranean habitat. it takes on thinness, shakes at times, makes day into night, flips pages, tele-spells, turns night into day again.

micro-fibrous dust settles on my spinnerets, a twitchy sneeze draws attention, the cruelest of details. while unraveling undaunted one pseudo-day sort of night, a pulse was released comma intent to ****. it came like resolute qualia, something my eight eyes can’t see. the plastic cave, the broken allegory, all ghastly and converging. as soon as the web gets jostled, a switch will summon my stunning epileptic display. i am ready to give it a leg, but only from the calve. it has never come this close.
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