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Post by anirbas on Oct 6, 2006 10:18:10 GMT -6
From my observation point, I watch
as she delicately picks her way
upside down, across the empty
blue face of the vapid sky.
A natural equilibrist
navigating the tightrope
she spun, betwixt and between,
the elm and the catalpa trees.
The spider and I,
share a common denominator-
trapped on an invisible highwire
of our very own making...
Howsomever, she looks and handles
the situation with far more grace and aplomb,
than I can manage or muster...
~Sabrina.
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Post by johnyamrus on Oct 6, 2006 10:28:28 GMT -6
howsomever?
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Post by shell on Oct 6, 2006 10:51:47 GMT -6
we DO know, dear one, how things and selves are falling, though we pretend, for "good" reasons (but mostly fear), that we are where we are and that is it. This poem speaks so sadly of that static point where we can see it all, yet remain unwilling to change it ... what is it, rocks and a hard place? eerrgghh! i know that so well!
That first verse is a brilliant descriptor of how we turn ourselves inside out, forget that everything - because of gravity - IS upside down and we keep spinning ... what's real and what is not? Is the spider trapped or has she chosen her wisdom? How do we compare? Oh but this poem got me going, as you can see ... loved it!
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Post by rrw on Oct 6, 2006 20:38:48 GMT -6
Wonderful analogy. A reflection of life in nature.
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Post by DavidMc on Oct 7, 2006 4:21:45 GMT -6
Spin on Sabrina ... I loved it  David |
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Post by vixen on Oct 7, 2006 7:20:24 GMT -6
Reminds me of the old "what a tangled web we weave... This is so thought provoking Sabrina. Lovely poem on Vixen
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Post by anirbas on Oct 7, 2006 9:15:22 GMT -6
Howsomever? Yes, JohnY, it's an old word...You most likely won't find it in a newly published Webster's or in an on-line dictionary...Means the same thing basically, as...
"be that as it may..."
You will find it in a Webster's published in the sixties, the seventies...But, I couldn't even find the word infallible on-line once to check my spelling of it...Pah! On online dictionaries...They bite in my estimation...I've noticed many old words have been dropped from our beloved friend Webster's...I guess to make room for all the street slang you now find, there in...And words like ain't...That ain't to be found, in a Webster's from the seventies, sixties and further back. I have a Webster's published in 2004, but I cherish my Webster's published in the sixties...Tis a treasure, yes it is...
As a child, and a grown up, I read the dictionary, like other people read short novels...I go to look up a word, and can read forever, in there...Sometimes an hour or two at a time...Dictionaries fascinate me...Words fascinate me...Once a nerd, always a nerd, or some such rot...
Poem was inspired by a literal spider, I was gifted to see, when I was sitting on the porch, trying to soak up some energy, from the late afternoon sun...I'm sick...arrgh...Think I've contracted lung and sinus fungus...LOL...
I was sitting on the porch, huddled in my blanket, as I have chills from running a high fever, and I looked up, and there's this spider, just hanging upside down, walking across the face of the sky, seemingly...Elegant natural visual...Sent me running for paper and pen...Can't drag the computer outside...ggglgggl...She was so gorgeous, so skilled...not walking on top of the line, which would have been far easier...Upside down she went...Like an alternate mirrored universe ballerina, dancing across the line, I couldn't even see...Of course, that day, as this morning, I was and am fried on a cocktail of aleve, benadry and cough meds so the simplest of things, both amazes and challenges me...hehehehehehehe...
I loved all your comments...And thank you so much for reading...
Mostly I was comparing the animated landscape I was blessed
to view momentarily by Mother Nature...[Lady packs a punch with me and always sends me scrambling for paper and pen....]with how... good or bad situations about us; and whether we deserve what we are getting out of life, or not...we spun the line we are walking on...some of us, can walk that line hanging upside down as graceful as that spider...some of us, not so gracefully...
Reality is, sometimes we walk that line like that spider, sometimes we don't...We stumble and crawl and fall, but we hang on...But, we make it across that line, one way or another, and that's what counts, in the end...Yes? Did you lose it, fall off the line, totally, and go *SPLAT!*, or not?
Lunatic loose on site....David, would you be a dear, and hand me my black leather straightjacket, pretty please?ehhehehehehehehehehehehehehe...
Fine weekending folks...If you're sick like me, BE HEALED! and me, too...me, too...
Sabrina.
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