Spiders multiply in recesses of my brain, heaped one upon the other – web of wanton thoughts they weave smooth and silky in appearance but only a trap to immobilize information retrieval system unaccustomed to this level of traffic.
This, not to mention goo in synaptic passageways – no wonder I can no longer recall simple words, phrases. One spider dies, and a hundred are born. What can it mean? Are patterns, intricacies of design labyrinth of sophisticated import or mere maze of confusion?
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Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on July 10, 2004
YIKEs I hate spiders but this is woven very well....
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This, not to mention
goo in synaptic passageways –
no wonder I can no longer recall
simple words, phrases. One spider dies,
and a hundred are born. What can it mean?
Are patterns, intricacies of design
labyrinth of sophisticated import
or mere maze of
confusion?"
Wonderful visual which is just what you so acutely describe here, Dawn. Having suffered long-term fatigue, I can fully appreciate that "cotton-wool" feeling between the ears and behind the eyes; all I can say is, at least you feel that there is some activity eating away in the grey cells - whereas all I feel is a sense of ash disintegrating into dust leaving... a vacuum! You have painted a very vivid picture for those who have NO idea what we are talking about - lucky them!! Very well done! Kate xx
Dawn this is a fantastic poem!I know just how you feel;-)
Hate spiders in the brain, let them stay on the ceilings
to eat the other pests;-)Don't tell Ed;-)LOL
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on July 9, 2004
Oh my, hate you have these little creepy things too. A while back I wrote about one of the members here who had problems with spiders in her brain. Go look, might make you feel better. The write even has one of my sketches.
http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewpoetry.asp?AuthorID=7013&id=65032
Not trying to promote myself, just thought you would like to know more about spiders as if you don't have enough already. Take care.
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This, not to mention
goo in synaptic passageways –
no wonder I can no longer recall
simple words, phrases. One spider dies,
and a hundred are born. What can it mean?
Are patterns, intricacies of design
labyrinth of sophisticated import
or mere maze of
confusion?"
LP
and it catches the muses. It is
a tangled weave yet the poet reigns.
Reindeer
Great write
enjoyed much
William
Hate spiders in the brain, let them stay on the ceilings
to eat the other pests;-)Don't tell Ed;-)LOL
http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewpoetry.asp?AuthorID=7013&id=65032
Not trying to promote myself, just thought you would like to know more about spiders as if you don't have enough already. Take care.
Love your write, but hate those spiders.