A million flashes
Thousands of cameras
Serenity
Paparazzi of contentment
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I like your poetry. I noticed from LinkedIn that you know Jennifer Bradshaw. I also write poetry. Here’s the latest. Let me know what you think…
The Dance of the spider
She weaves and spins seeming to hear the intricate birthing of ethereal minds, crafting her vision with innocent maleviolence. Beloved spider, who serves God’s purpose by using gifts to kill.
Spider, my sister, who I do not know, capturing the winged to eat them alive.
Your dance is enchanting like the skull-moon at midnight. Spider, spider you dance for your food. Sister spider your arms wrap around me…with a kiss of delight.
Although your gifts are seductive, my spider sister, I choose to dance in the light.
Spider, my sister, though your web is well thought, do you not know that birds frame your beauty in a dance of pain and delight?
Elegance is not lost in your web but you, dear spider, with web intact, only appear as a morsel to the birds.
I like your poetry. I noticed from LinkedIn that you know Jennifer Bradshaw. I also write poetry. Here’s the latest. Let me know what you think…
The Dance of the spider
She weaves and spins seeming to hear the intricate birthing of ethereal minds, crafting her vision with innocent maleviolence. Beloved spider, who serves God’s purpose by using gifts to kill.
Spider, my sister, who I do not know, capturing the winged to eat them alive.
Your dance is enchanting like the skull-moon at midnight. Spider, spider you dance for your food. Sister spider your arms wrap around me…with a kiss of delight.
Although your gifts are seductive, my spider sister, I choose to dance in the light.
Spider, my sister, though your web is well thought, do you not know that birds frame your beauty in a dance of pain and delight?
Elegance is not lost in your web but you, dear spider, with web intact, only appear as a morsel to the birds.