Friday, October 28, 2011

The beauty that I see in thee

The beauty that I see in thee
Doth make my soul rejoice
And the freedom thou mak'st me to feel
Giveth my heart a voice.

The Spider

The day before yesterday I watched a barn spider in my window catch a fly, wrap him up, and crawl away into the window eave somewhere to hide him.  It was rather gruesome and creepy, but it reminded me of a poem that I wrote when I was twelve years old, to send to a school newspaper, hoping that it would be published.  It wasn't chosen to be published, and I lost the poem since then.  However, I still remember the first stanza that I wrote, and the last two lines, but not the middle section.   But watching this big barn spider catch the fly the other day inspired me to fill in the missing sections of my poem again.  I'm still not completely satisfied with it... but it's basically all there:


The Spider


Observe the careful pains she takes
And whist, how patiently she waits
For an unsuspecting passer-by
Into her tangled web to fly
And agitate the flimsy threads
O'er which the careful spider treads.

Now see him fly without a care,
And dive, blissfully unaware
Of death, cold-reaching through the air,
On cords invisible and fair -
The trap she's laid with utmost care,
To catch poor souls who happen there. 

With one fell swoop, the fellow's caught -
His joyous flight in mid-air stopped,
A care-free life turned anguish-fraught
But moments more, and t'will be naught. 
He beats his wings with frenzied hum,
And struggling, beckons her to come.

She runs - and grabs him, stabs him through, 
Then wraps him 'round with thread and glue,
And carries him away to hide
Somewhere in shadows to the side--
Then, when she gets the urge to munch,
She'll be obliged to make him lunch. 

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Moving Forward

When the air has written us a tune
That we can breathe in,
That we can deeply dive into
It will be fine for us to run and not look back.
When the sun has come around to
Shine a day that grey can seethe in
That we can sweetly lie into
It will be fine for us to jump and not hold back.
When the race is finally run and
Finish lines have broken time that
I can sing to
That I can freely beat my wings to 
It will be time for me win and not make up for
Anything I lack.
I can't go back
To other roads that I have passed through,
To the easy paths that always lead straight into
Variations of the devil's favorite trap...
I can't look back
To all the things that
I had run to
To the future that I thought this life
would come to
To the dreams I thought were
everything I had...
No, I can't turn back -
And the fear of any wood that I can't see through
Will never lead me anywhere,
But back.

October 16, 2011