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How delicate the silken strands you spin, 
woven precise in their symmetry, a tapestry 
construct wherinyou make your home, resourceful 
spider. Lips part slightly in smile, my earthen 
brown gaze ponders upon your agile weaver's dance. 
In native tribal tales, Grandmother Spider spins 
the loom of fate: Creatrix, Preserver, Unmaker. 
She who bestowed the written word to her people. 
Glancing down at the pen within my hand, my poet's 
soul weaves also, spinning ink like silk. At times 
it's simple as drawing breath into one's lungs... 
at other times I cough and stutter, thoughts  
entangled in neurotic, sticky cross strands. 
Casting a second glance at the eight-legged acrobat 
treading a graceful dance in the eastern corner of 
my sixth-floor studio, memory springs forth to a  
dream of night's past, in the arms of my beloved, 
evenings of laughter, passion and compassion entwined 
at his apartment in Ann Arbor, an old-school slumber 
party, purest sweetness and delight as we partook of 
Dionysian favors and revelries, I felt I could smile 
forever, gaze eternally into eyes the hue of herbal 
tea, listen without end to dark resonant melodies of 
his musician's we lay together and 
consciousness faded, there came bidden to my psyche  
an image of a not so itsy-bitsy arachnid architect, 
present beneath the bed we shared, 'till in my ear  
was whispered a phrase, gentle as the soft breeze of 
midsummer. "Have patience, impetous Tigerlily,  
remember the cycle of balance in nature. The gifts 
of my thread surpass and measure time. Rebirth is a  
tenous road, but yours is strength enough to walk it." 
Dashing forth in excess haste one runs the risk of  
falling ensnared on cross-strand webbing meant for  
insects and prey. Such is not my purpose. Drawing a  
breath, I pace myself upon a mental tightrope, touch 
pen to paper, and weave dreams and passions into 
written word.

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The following comments are for "Weaving a Dreamcatcher's Tale II: Silk Spun Webs and Verse"
by Tigerlily

Beautiful, but...

I really like the content of this piece, in fact it's the best thing I've seen on the site in quite a while. I love the allusions you make and the rich nature of the words you use. However to call this piece poetry seems a bit arbitrary to me. Maybe that's because the line breaks you use broke the piece into disjointed fragments to me eye and I found myself simple reading it like prose, which worked beautifully.

I would sugggest making this a piece of flash fiction, but all matters of classification aside this was a wonderful piece. Keep them coming.

( Posted by: Bartleby [Member] On: June 17, 2003 )

Thanks, and...
Thanks for the advice and input. I'll keep in mind how to seperate the verses.
Thanks again muchly *smiles*

( Posted by: Tigerlily [Member] On: June 17, 2003 )

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