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'spider's Web'

trapped in a spider's web with every move you make things get more twisted staying in one place was never an option going back is out of the question push through the only viable move the bruises will heal you'll remember the pain you'll never forget the lessons you've learned ©231120111925

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Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 10/27/2011 2:03:00 PM

intense and spectacular write Wilma.. eloquently penned with much emotion and depth.. luv the analogy with the spider's web.. seems many of us get snared once or twice in life.. and no going back.. no second chances.. that is my motto my friend..luv..

Judy Ball

Date: 10/25/2011 6:27:00 AM

Ooo! Wonderful metaphor and great advice. Exceptional piece my friend. God Bless, JB

Jack Horne

Date: 10/24/2011 7:16:00 AM

Yes, indeed - I think we've all felt like that at one time or another, Wilma. But, as you say, it's all part of life's lessons : ) I'm good, thanks - hope you're well. lfde

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 10/24/2011 6:41:00 AM

I am so happy to see the Soup back up and thrilled to be able to read your wonderful poetry Wilma. May you have an exciting week filled with new found inspiration. Love, Carol

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 10/24/2011 12:52:00 AM

this is a really cool poem,Wilma. thanks for putting it up. I needed a new one from you!! Luv ya, andrea

Tim B

Date: 10/23/2011 5:30:00 PM

I can feel the struggle coming out of these words, imagining that web getting more tangled. Beautiful poetry Mrs. Wilma and such wise words.

Tony Lane

Date: 10/23/2011 3:16:00 PM

Every one of us has been in that web. Some learn some don't. Tony

Gwendolen Song

Date: 10/23/2011 2:24:00 PM

Hi Wilma,....just reading about this spider web makes my muscles feel fatigued as tho I have been fighting against the tenuous silk fibers trying to break free,,,,such a wonderful topic to write about, Wilma. POetry with a higher purpose. Thanks for reading my latest work..always feel honored to receive your feedback....Gwendolen

Jl Sadberry

Date: 10/23/2011 1:59:00 PM

Smile, *^_^* “Looks As Though Your Lovely Light Twas Able to Lure Myself Back Unto Your Webs of Beauty My Dear Precious Wilma! *^_^* Just That I May Say Thank You, for The Wonderful Visit &, Shine Bright Upon That Side of Your Beauties World!” === My Love, Always, Jasper *

Michael J. Falotico

Date: 10/23/2011 1:58:00 PM

Well you got PD's attention with this gem... We all live in that web, but it is how we handle it is the question... So nice to reading you again, I have your last pictures from Cape town on my screen as my background...miss n lv u hun... always hugs Michael

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 10/23/2011 1:33:00 PM

It's hard to twist our way out of that web, Wilma. I bet you meet many women at your job who have to heal. It's a shame that so many return to abusive relationships, but hopefully you and others who provide opportunities for them to find their way out can make a difference. On a more personal level, I guess there are a lot of us who've tried to find release from this web. Love and blessings, Carolyn

Iolanda Scripca

Date: 10/23/2011 1:29:00 PM

...and, unfortunately, there are a lot of spiders out there...but, at least, they teach us a lesson...Great poem, dear Wilma. Thanks for visiting my Tongue Twister :) Love, iolanda

Joe Maverick

Date: 10/23/2011 12:49:00 PM

Some great sentiments you have expressed in this Wilma..And thank you for the kind comment.

Jl Sadberry

Date: 10/23/2011 12:26:00 PM

Smile, *^_^* “If Life Is A Vice Then I Am A Grape But Ow, That Sweetened Wine From The Loving Vine, That Shall Someday Be My Dear, Precious & Priceless Wilma! *^_^* I Love Wonderfully Deep Poes So, Kudos!” === My Love, Always, Jasper *

Zzzzz Zzzzz

Date: 10/23/2011 12:22:00 PM

Life can sometimes feel that way. We live and (hopefully) learn! A very good write, Wilma. xoxo Robert.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 10/23/2011 11:53:00 AM

maybe i should say strangle in my life.. hhahah i love to hang myself... gee's look at me laughing at myself.... Take care,..p.d.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 10/23/2011 11:50:00 AM

ooooo! WILMA.. this is absolutely me... every move i make lately is a tangle in my life... yes,, i see the lessons behind every door.. and still "I'M AN IGNORANT FOOL'... i guess that is why i can't praise myself at the moment... love your poem,..p.d.