The glue of you holds me pregnant;
fat, and strung out on the web,
holding on through the whims of tease,
constantly birthing pleasure.
Sticky and comfortable, I gorge on the fly.
Oh my, how they satisfy.
Oozing abundancy,
drenched in dew
hooked to my shimmering throne of plenty.
The righteous reward for manifested intent:
- my sprawling, spawning web of content.
Wide-eyed food for the soul I sold.
I smile widely as I swallow it whole;
trying to remember if there was once a goal,
before celebrity wove me into its reel
with stretched-out breath spun into a real-deal steal.
Its spiral of insecurity gripping me tight in its sights.
All fat and pretty, on a lacy bed of spite and fight.
Alone and bored.
Ignored and adored.
Glistening under my crown of sighs.
A regal squatter before infinite eyes;
forcing out prize after prize after prize.
Attracting swarms of eager flies
with my excrement.
***
Author's note:
This poem was first published with a subtitle that went something like:
"I think this is a tired and overworked metaphor, but it has sat in my draft box for so long that I thought I had better publish it to purge myself".
True story.
I pulled it back to drafts and changed the subtitle because people read it and enjoyed it, and I felt awful that I was destroying my own work and being glib in the process.
I will never do an emotional outburst like that again... more so because I was wrong. Sure, I know this poem will not win a challenge it is an extended metaphor and a bit of a trope, but for me, it holds meaning and clearly it did for others... unless they were simply being kind. Truth is I won't know the truth; nor should I worry about that. The header on my Vocal Profile page has an Andy Warhol quote:
Let everyone else decide if it's good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.
How hypocritical I was with that subtitle! I was worried about what people thought - despite what it says on my header. I should read my own profile and get on with life!
Consider this a word to myself!
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Caroline Jane
CJ lost the plot a long time ago. Now, she writes to explore where all paths lead, collecting crumbs of perspective as her pen travels. One day, she may have enough for a cake, which will, no doubt, be fruity.
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Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH6 days ago in Critique
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Phenomenal writing! This is one of my all-time favs! Simply genius!
Gosh, this was so amazing! Brilliant use of imageries! Loved this so much!
"A regal squatter before infinite eyes" Excellent line! Great read!
This is wonderful, Caroline! The concept and your words are mesmerizing 😍
Great work. I absolutely love how you ended it.
Wow! really well done
Well done!
This is gluttonous and glory, seduction and satisfaction. Well done.
Love the used of the spider web 🥰
Nice one! Never thought a spider could be described so beautifully until now
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I really wish my tired, overworked stuff was as good as this! Great job. Really thought it was great.
Made me think of my favourite Alice Cooper song, almost Gothic in execution
Great poem. Reminds of a certain American politician.