Right there, idling outside by my window,
a spiderweb, frozen in the depths of winter
the so very cold air waving it, up, and down. Hypnotic-
Snow flakes and wind chimes, sparkling in my eyes
onlooking the absurd, meaningless spectacle of Nature's grace
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Witness to it, this abstract field of silk, this fabric stuck in space,
vestige of a deadlier, warmer time, its empty threads once mortal threat.
Yet now, unending months later, there it still is, without a doubt.
Reality keeps track of this forgotten thing, and here I am to witness it.
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How utterly strange and enigmatic is our world,
master of all times and things; the most sacred and beloved temple
none the more important than this silly frozen cobweb,
both, there. Both, undeniable, yet temporary,
until inevitably a stronger gust of frozen air tears it from there,
to transform it again and again,
maelstrom of existance.
About the Creator
YonathanJ
I've been an avid reader for as long as I can remember, and a writer for many many years by now. The act of writing gives meaning to my life, creation as solace. I hope you enjoy my writings.
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Oh wow, this was so profound. Such a beautifully written poem!