This is no fiction!! Spider… flashing… jumping Cobwebs dancing in circles O’ Sh#t what’s wrong Am I losing my mind? Spiders… flashing… lightning Cobwebs floating around Could this be a migraine? Spiders… flashing… jumping Many days later and still dancing Am I losing my mind? Following spiders in my head Am I crazy am I sad No I am glad you around Silvery lighting flashing I am crazy I know it Because there are cobwebs Deep inside my head… Trying to escape Through the windows of my soul The door is open But they hesitate They can’t escape Will this be a big mistake? If these spiders ever do escape Will I lose my mind?
Ooooh!! Spiders don't scare me. I consider them an omen much like the owl...it's a bit if mystery but I'd say they're your protectors. Eerie but beautifully penned.
Susan
"Spider-Webs-Flashing" is a creative and symbolic poem filled with so much imagination. I've never thought of 8-legged crawlers in my head before. My best, Gloria
Never heard of a mindless spider causing any distress except to give you a good scare now and then. You are of sound mind my dear never fear otherwise.
Arachne challenged the Goddess Athena to a weaving contest. Arachne filled her canvass with subjects that showed the failings of the gods. Athena tore the work to pieces and the terrified maiden hung herself. Athena then turned Arachne into a spider and the rope into a cobweb, condemning the maid to spin forever. The Great Weaver in Native American mythology is also the Creator who spins the thread of life from its own substance and attaches all people to it by the umbilical cord. The Mayan Goddess Ixchel took the form of a spider...Keep on spinning your silken tales, Tinka...we need trusted weavers of the web...
Sage
Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on August 16, 2006
The best part about this is that it makes you feel frantic while reading it which matches the words, one of your best.
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Very original write for you ...
Richard Lloyd cederberg
Love & Light, Dove
Sometimes, the webs are all that are holding us together...and the freedom, in shaking them free, is that we can see clearly now!
Excellently woven riddle, you amazing chick you! LOL
Love&Hugs, Sis
You bring a smile to my face with this fun and light hearted write...
You can keep the spiders..lols
Peter
Sage