Albert Ahearn Poet Verse

Relativity

A microscopic arachnid
tinier than a poppy seed
spins diminutive filaments
barely visible to the eye;
a spiral silk lacework deathtrap
for infinitesimal prey
strung high between white cornered walls
in a microcosmical world.
Is its existence more trifling
than mine that occupies more space?
Perhaps not, in the scheme of things:
my universe among the stars
is imperceptibly smaller
than this occupants’ in my room.

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Mandy Tams The Golden Girl September 9, 2012 at 4:06 AM Interesting but still don't like spiders urg..... xx Albert Ahearn September 9, 2012 at 11:40 AM There are two kinds of people when it concerns spiders. There are those who given the opportunity would stomp the life out of them, and then there are those (myself included) who live by the rule ‘live and let live’.

Terry O'Leary September 9, 2012 at 3:57 AM Interesting perspective! Nice poem... Terry Albert Ahearn September 9, 2012 at 11:43 AM Terry, I am glad you were delighted with this unusual perspective of the mundane. I find the ordinary makes for some interesting results. Thanks for the comment.