~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.
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.
~
What a web we weave...I love this, really unusual, fresh and lovely ;)
ReplyDeleteThat is a good question to ask ourself. Nice painting of a spiderweb.
ReplyDeletelove this poem.just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteNice lines!The pic goes very well with it :)
ReplyDeletethe pic really compliments the lines u 've written.. :-)
ReplyDeleteGood question! I wonder....Your post is beautiful. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteIt seems to be so simple.
ReplyDeleteYet, 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.
wow, i love the paintings and the poems.
ReplyDeleteyour works are interesting.
ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL! :o)
ReplyDeleteThis is a very interesting art concept along with the matching poem..great idea and great poem!
ReplyDeleteRhi