Be a Poet ...
stop trying
to become one
give yourself up
to the sound

Within your lyrics
are so many
pleadings
feelings disjoint
and impound

Open the gate
and let out the dogs
the last fox
almost over
the hill

Scream
if you must
those whispers betrayed
until all that’s been empty
— is filled

(The New Room: September, 2025)

the
spider
mastered
the building art
on spinning a web
which ensnared many bugs
with its useful efficacy
the silken strands being well placed
thereby ensuring a catch was made
in the arachnid's woven structure