Sorrow.

Sorrow; How you scurry, On legs eight Your eyes, many. How you pick a corner, Weave a web thick, And wait. For your victims, bounteous.

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Debbie Guzzi

Date: 10/14/2010 12:58:00 PM

short but so true, I suggest a BIG flashlight (big enough to break the webs and kill the spider!) ;) Please consider entering my contest Sista's Bloody Sista's about England, Scotland, Wales & Ireland focusing on their tales in their lovely dialects. Good to have real Brit's writing! Light & Love

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 10/13/2010 12:52:00 PM

I enjoyed reading your excellent poetry this beautiful afternoon Jamie. Thank you for sharing your writing with us. May your day be full of inspiration. Love, Carol

Jancarl Campi

Date: 10/13/2010 12:36:00 PM

Interesting work here. Sorrow is seen as a spider that has weaved a web and awaits a victim. There is much truth here, for sorrow can weave its web around us and make it difficult to escape. I did find it strange that you used the word "bounteous" as this has to do with goodness. That is why I gave a 5