she is gone and like
the spider web’s
silken thread
becoming unraveled
by a brief gust
of wind you insert
needle with thread
continuing to
weave life into
patterns of loving
understanding and
forgiveness of
why you could not
be there
when she left
to say good-bye
© June 2012
Renee Espriu
Life strong as a spider
web holding life and
holding death never as
strong as we imagine
fragile enough to be
broken apart never to
actually be grasped
© January 2012
Renee Espriu
Submission #10 for WOHA River of Stones http://writingourwayhome.ning.com
Do you hear the whimsy doodle
from the spider in her lair
Do you know what she is waiting
for on silken threads as hair
Do you see her plump round belly
as she preens in silent rapture
Do you detect how important for
her to make an ultimate capture
She is making ready her silken
lair for many more to join her
She is hoping to feed them all
when an insect is dinner fanfare
Do you hear the whimsy doodle
from the spider in her lair
Do you know what she is waiting
for on silken threads as hair
She waits for all her little ones
bitty spiders to be coming soon
She waits to feed them dinner fare
beneath the night-light moon
© August 2011 Renee Espriu
This is my first piece on my site that will hopefully entertain children. I had thought to make a separate place for children’s pieces but not sure how I might do that yet. I use to write years ago for my children and those pieces are gone. Hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it.
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