Tuesday, 26 August 2008

The little spider's web


The little spider’s web
Upon the flow and ebb
Of the warm summer breezes
That somehow seems to please
The mind that does conceives
And with his heart believes.
The spider waits so still
But does he ever feel
Feelings of love and hate
In the beauty he creates
For is he the same as us
As we create our stuff
On our own little web
Around the things we said.


Lorraine said...

What a web we weave...I love this, really unusual, fresh and lovely ;)

Rosy said...

That is a good question to ask ourself. Nice painting of a spiderweb.

starry nights said...

love this poem.just beautiful.

*~*{Sameera}*~* said...

Nice lines!The pic goes very well with it :)

:-) said...

the pic really compliments the lines u 've written.. :-)

SandyCarlson said...

Good question! I wonder....Your post is beautiful. Thanks.

RiverSoul said...

It seems to be so simple.
Yet, we feel many a time,
That life has many questions,
Too many to spend a dime.

Honestly, a well written work.
The pic compliments the poem very well.

Juvia said...

wow, i love the paintings and the poems.

your works are interesting.

Jon Cox said...


Rhiannon said...

This is a very interesting art concept along with the matching poem..great idea and great poem!