Nature leans inwards beneath the pull of a hundred intricate lines of silken wonder, capturing water droplets in the morning dew. Scintillating the lush green surrounding, the spider's lavish residence exists beneath the chilly Southern Georgian sun, rising into another day of intricate beauty. This is a spider's world, dazzling and magnetic, I am in awe of it's effortless design.
I am a penthouse
Numb yet chic
Playing by the rules
Of power over the meek
Sturdy yet alone
Lonely by design
Grey walls
Grey eyes
Never taken by surprise
I am a mansion
Cold hearted
And white
Not a single staircase
Nor a lasting delight
Drifting through hollow hallways
With emptied rooms
Reminding me endlessly
Of the foreshadowing doom
I am a speedboat
Hitting waves too big
Seeking thrills
Chasing tills
With yeti’s and pills
Hosting parties
With “thoties”
Who forgot their worth
Making waves with the neighbors
As I tread on with sweet mirth
I am a pension
Long overdue
Chasing down dreams
That couldn’t pursue
Playing with hours
In towers
Too high
Drifting away
Deterrent of the oncoming
Goodbye
I am a lighthouse
Sturdy and proud
Shining light
On the lonely
Sticking out in the crowd
Shimmering and stable
I own the night
Helping others
As they struggle
With darkness in sight
I am a leaf
Colorfully cast
Changing through seasons
Making peace
With my past
Opening up to the sun
There’s no time to run
I fall silently
Drifting just for fun
I am winter
Threatening all life
Hoping that seeds
Learn to survive the ice
I pillage the town
Burying all who come in my way
With my stillness
And fulfillment
With might and decay
I am envy
Enraged with green
Uncomfortable and moody
I dwell in the mean
Heavy and handy
Suspicious with rage
I uncover all truths
Digging graves with my age
I am an ember
Clinging to the bark
That was tossed into
A local pit at a park
Fickle and fond
Of the breath that blows
Sheltering me
Begging me
to start my show.
I am divine
Absent of time
Always looking
For a rhythm or rhyme
Humming melodies
Blending harmonies
When there’s something
I can’t find
Remembering my origin
By the beating in my heart
I raise my hands above
Because I know my loving
And never ending start
And how unconditionally
I play my part.
About the Creator
Veronica
I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.
Comments (2)
Great work! Well chosen words.
Wow!! Powerful poetry! Thank you.💕😊