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The Gnat

The spider Queen, aloofly vain! She rules a silent ruthless reign, with black-bead eyes like pearls of rain that damp the depths of her demesne. . . . A spider spins, with nimble feet, a sticky web of grim deceit that drapes the corners, dark, discreet, in catacombs of her retreat. Her jointed legs (in number, eight) traverse the threads with stilted gait, but often more she'll lie in wait within the hub of her estate. Shy spiders live their lives alone ensconced within a silky throne; unless a transient guest comes flown, their lives bide empty, monotone. . . Well, now and then, a sullen breeze may twitch the toils, begin to tease – yet nothing's caught and nothing pleas, so patience's bid at times like these. But then again, when stars ignite, may maunder by a gnat, by night, be taught a dance, a writhing rite, within a lace of death, wrapped tight. Sometimes a spider's in the mood and waits awhile, whilst being wooed – and then, to later feed her brood, the widow slays her mate for food. In time a spider dies, 'tis true, bequeathing but a residue entwined, devoid of retinue, in fibers decked in silver dew. . . . One asks "What purpose serves the GNAT – to feed and make the spider fat? Well, 'tis perchance just naught but that within a mindless habitat. . . "Yet, what's the aim?” you may inquire, “at the heart of MAN's desire. To which goals should WE aspire reaching high and reaching higher?" We've, through the ages, left the mire, trundling wheels and taming fire, doing deeds that must inspire, nursing needy, calming crier, … Such things as these, most may admire: - placid dove and war defier (some are bolder, some are shyer) - patience (mess-up mollifier); - humankind (Life's justifier) - charity (charmed self-denier) - tolerance (proud pacifier ) - love of Life (folk unifier). What more could we, as flesh, require? Needless kneeling neath the spire? Childish chanting in the choir? Preaching hell's impending pyre? No, Death's the only rectifier, comes the instant we expire, nothing after, sentience prior. So, treasure Life and don't deny Her.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 4/7/2015 4:33:00 AM
This is amazing. Simply brilliant!!! So many memorable lines - the entire verse here was a delightful read. I really loved that fourth stanza...your powers of observation and wisdom are evident in this work...cant wait to explore more of your beautiful poetry! Always, Laura
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Date: 1/12/2015 6:42:00 PM
terry, in a rush and don't have time to locate a poem of yours I have not yet seen. Maybe I have seen them all?? Kept clicking on ones I already commented to. Yep, you are good at limericks. I think you were one of the limerick kings I mentioned in a poem I wrote a long time ago about the best male limerick writers at Soup.
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Date: 1/11/2015 4:19:00 PM
G'day Terry... Very, very nicely written with great rhythm and rhyme... and a great tale also. Thank you Terry. Lindsay
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Date: 10/25/2014 2:23:00 PM
Terry. Raven down here is right. You really are masterful with meter. GREAT message poem with a story told inside the poem. Nicely done!
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Terry O'Leary
Date: 11/15/2014 1:17:00 PM
Thank you, Andrea... Your 'poetic' opinion is highly appreciated........ ;-))
Date: 10/11/2014 11:41:00 AM
Love the cadence. Lots of great energy. The poem imparts a very accessible philosophical wisdom.
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Terry O'Leary
Date: 10/24/2014 3:12:00 AM
Thank you, Raven... much appreciated...
Date: 10/6/2014 3:47:00 PM
You weave a web that brings us in and lets us search from deep within.....Great write Terry.. Good to see you
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Terry O'Leary
Date: 10/7/2014 1:16:00 PM
Thank you, Joseph, you're very kind!

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