Surprising all the entanglements when someone sets out to degrade another only to find out they were the one hurt.
Those spiderwebs,
whispy threads,
the whispered secrets,
the belittling looks,
the poisonous gossip,
grasping snares
that pierce through the eyes,
that generate the tears
that run down the cheeks,
the stinging bites
that wound in the heart,
that finally come back
to welcome the perpetrators
to final entrapment
and venomous meal
before they know
they were the true victims,
the intended prey
set free.
This poem points to the concept of "what goes round comes round". I believe that every thought is the birth of good or evil, and when evil thoughts are borne the perpetrator will eventually become its own victim---as you've stated in your poem.
Yep! Just nodding my head in agreement... But I must admit that I am also cheering for that intended prey! I have, too many times, been that intended prey and I am always saddened, but relieved when the truth makes me free and the venomous spider gets her just desserts.
An insightful write by a prairie man who seems to know all about such things as human and bugsy spiders. But, of course, we don't have those kinds of people in our big cities.
Oh, yes, I lie to myself all the time. How else can I get through life without being chronically depressed?
As always, Jerry, you express profound truths in very simple words.
Richard
Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)
Reviewed on June 18, 2009
I read somewhere once that when we look into another's eyes, the entire Universe is looking back at us. Hence, it serves us well to look with kindness, acceptance, and enthusiastic anticipation when we meet another's gaze all the while remembering that their response to us is always more about them than it is us. We need to release our jealousies, resentment, bitterness, prejudices and connect with openness of heart.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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An insightful write by a prairie man who seems to know all about such things as human and bugsy spiders. But, of course, we don't have those kinds of people in our big cities.
Oh, yes, I lie to myself all the time. How else can I get through life without being chronically depressed?
As always, Jerry, you express profound truths in very simple words.
Richard
Be always safe,
Karen
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