intriguing.

didn't know spiders had that much power...but if so, I'll squish everyone of them. Great poem, Holly

Interesting ,, a web of dreams....M

Jude,
This poem makes me consider relationships in general. We move in to them with reluctance, hoping to not get hurt. Then, as trust develops, we become comfortable enough to be ourselves. Great piece!
Sheila

another gentle offering of co-existance between realities

you're so good - i'd of squished him for sure - those buggers have bitten me in my sleep before and i just squish em good.

however, if i were a boi - i might tread more gingerly without concern for appearances sake as inflamed flesh is so unbecoming on a female.

the conceptual beauty of this piece though is outstanding.

thank you, ~donna.

:)) Gotta luv Connie's comment! Yes indeedy, I have grown accustomed to the idea here on my beautiful heath by the sea that I have to share my complete indoor/outdoor existance with spiders. I have come to adore the ones that gift-wrap my house: they're the fat-bodied, hairy-legged, brown spotted-bellied ones... Hmmm... sounds like some folks we know in real life, right?! The most remarkable thing is that the morning dew highlights their overnight work and it is truly jaw-dropping... A complex web-world of the most intricate and differing styles and designs, clothing absolutely everything - sometimes even stretching from high boughs down to gorse or grass. Walking through it all is as mesmerising as a dream and weirdly soothing... Universal domination don't seem too far-fetched when I can see just what they're capable of in just a few hours! The omnipotent grasp inside the velvet glove...

... And what's a comforter? Sounds like a baby's blanket?! Nooooooo!!

Anyways, since spider's rule here today, here's my little ditty from 2005:

SPIDER’S PRAYER

She listens, attentive to the noisy strands,
invisible wires of crackling light
that hum with sounds of static.

Meticulously she maintains the song,
pauses respectfully between
each isolated note,
stores every word in windows.

Her tuner’s ear links thought to thought,
strings melodies for meditation.


araKnid Kate xx

Jude,

Enjoyed this immensely . . . !!


Lance

I hesitated to open this one...but happy that I did...thanks for sharing.....grrrrrrrr...still very much afraid of those gha-gha-bugs!!

Was bitten 17 times in one night by one....and it was no dream spider but a monsterSPIDER!!

Love Tinka

That's some tricky spider, first looking about in feigned trepidation, trying to lull you into complacence, when the plan all along was world domination. No wonder I tramp on them!
It's kind of amazing how many interpretations and long comments were made for this little spider poem. You've caught many in your web of unique poetry.
Connie

Quite captivating, Dream Walker!

cute little spider poem, i wonder why people fear them, is it because they move suddenly fast? A ponderer of a poem, in those last two lines esp. i need to read the reviews again and think more - good reading Jude :)

Many years ago I had a pet furry tarantula that had taken house in my sopertanker office. When in around Africa and the Persian gulf it kept my enviroment free of mosquitoes, flies and anything that crawler, even unwanted people which didn't dare come inside seeing Virginia (that's was her name, I supposed it was a she, what I did know+) promenading on my back from shoulder to shoulder.
Although, she never weaved no web, on my dreams or otherwise.
Jude, see what you done? make me remember!
Great write.

Georg

You have taken what many of us find repulsive, and have written it into a thing of beauty. Life is all in the way we look at it, isn't it? Nice write, Jude.

lovely work, spiders are good

how sly you are having a spider create a universe for you
under the pillow of your dreams where you reign onmnipotent;-)
wtg!

i love the creativity!

This is unique and origianal and loved the way it used the spider as a place of interest in a frghtening world.

fee

Very humorous, yet the last line says it all.

Mary

Well Jude I don't do spiders of any size well at all, so they would be in a lot of danger and for anything making a web anywhere near me in my dream or for real, I want a new bed. However I do believe you have created a fantastic write, enjoyable to read. Thank you for sharing.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

Jude, spider symbolism in dreams usually refers to some situation where you feel trapped or stuck. Perhaps one dislikes their job and wishes to move on to something more interesting. Perhaps one feels stuck in a relationship. Just think of those emotions about being caught in a spiders web. Sorry, I just wrote what I felt from your poem.
Excellent in it's simplicity.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

Jude,
A delicate and sure touch in this lovely observation, and the final lines stretching the web to universal dimensions.
John

Weaving quite a web.

...I think we can all relate to this spider..Excellent poem..unique!

From the perspective of a spider. Impressive.

Ron

Arachnid spinner of the afterlife, death that no religion can avoid, the wonder is that the theological diversity of the spider can flourish without tearing apart its faith based web - "considering if I am a threat to its sojourn" - as in Tut's funerary gear - symbolic value, baboons greeting the dawn after a night's slumber as the scarab god Kherpi alerts the jackal god who guards the entrance...a weaving of immortality, Jude...52 bottles of embalming fluid wrapped in spiderwebs...I draw a feminist standpoint here with dream spider, the idea of a woman wielding such power, those threatened wish to eradicate her...

Love,
Sage

I could not have ever written this poem because my first response to any spider in my house is quick death by flip-flop. With silken flow, you lead us from the harsh reality of a spider on your bed to the painting of a dreamscape. Excellent work.
Take care,
Sherry

Only you, dear Jude, have the talent to write a poem about a spider in your bed and make it a delightful read. I applaud your talent once again.

Usually don't like spiders, but this one, I like. Very well penned/illustrated in verse - thought provoking excellence, Jude.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.