I saw a spider on a web today
How graceful it danced upon the razors edge;
Little legs magically finding correct placement;
I pondered about its industrious nature
As it danced from one side to the other
Laying and spinning the thinnest wispy line
How many works of art has this widow made;
She does not ask the question
Shall it be form or function
She just creates
The brutality of this masters creation was not lost on me;
She does not create art knowing there is an audience;
It is created for hope of sustenance
The beauty is a byproduct
As I weighed the intricacies of the spiders being;
A fly came buzzing by
And became in ensnared in the tapestry
I looked away from the inevitable
As she lunged with lightning speed and grace;
The time for contemplations came to an end;
But it left me with a startling realization that I did not plan to take away;
How much different would society be
If we could look passed the things we may view as distasteful;
To see the beauty that is always there.
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
