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by Florence B Fry

Sunday, February 09, 2003

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Thoughts on the life of a spider


Lying on my back I watched you
crawl along my ceiling.
I wondered if you saw me,
if you knew what I was feeling.
I watched you search, and find a corner
in which to make your home.
I wondered, if you would understand, why,
I have no wish to roam.
I watched you form the most exquisite
web that I have seen.
And wondered what your life and mine
could ever come to mean.
And as I watched you run and work,
my curious mind was fed.
Until I wondered if my heart
could use your silken thread.
If only as a symbol that hope is relative
to what you have, or have not,
and what you yet may give.
To know that dreams are gossamer,
and life itself so brief.
That love can build a stronger web,
support if there is grief.
And so I watched as you created
beauty for my eye.
And then I wondered how it is
when we all must die.
Leave behind the home we made
of silk, or bricks and stone.
Are you then the same as I,
a spirit and alone ?

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Reviewed by Theresa Koch 8/22/2004
Hi lady wonderful piece.
I have missed your writing!
Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot 10/26/2003
Hi Florence
Eileen has informed me just now in reviewing my poem about the Tui, that you also wrote a bit about NZ. I live in Australia now, and have done for nearly 30 years, but my mind is still very vivid, and I still love my country. Hope to share many things with you in the future.

BTW, love your poem and will read some more too.

Love Ch'erie
PS I came from Taranaki in NNZ :)
Reviewed by Birdie Houston 3/3/2003
This was an interesting poem super !
Reviewed by Birdie Houston 2/10/2003
Great picture and perfect climax.
Reviewed by Patricia Gomes 2/10/2003
Love it. I've written about the Spyder a time or two myself; weird how easily we relate to those spinning dervishes.
Reviewed by Shoma Mittra 2/10/2003
lovely poem , Betty, and oh so true !
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader) 2/10/2003
Very good.
Reviewed by jude forese 2/9/2003
we must all spin our webs of introspection... great write...
Reviewed by Jack Roberts 2/9/2003
This is very nice Florence!
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