Stranded

A single strand
    across the trail
        a distance vast
            considering
                the size of she
                    who spun so fine
a way from here to there.

The sun reflects
    upon a segment small
        but when I move
            my head from left to right,
the path made ever clear.

How does a creature
    oh so small
        traverse so great a span
            and why, oh why
                do I allow
                    the smallest things
                        to leave me
stranded
                            unable to achieve
what I set forth to do?

inspirationmotivationfree verse

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Gershon Wolf

May 10, 2022 at 6:26 PM

I guess that's why such a small creature (man) spun the world-wide-web. lol.

L Milton Hankins

May 10, 2022 at 8:36 AM

Oh my, Jeff, I could have written this, but I didn't. I have sat and stared at the intricacies of a web and had the same thoughts. OTOH, a good poem always calls to mind the thoughts of the reader. That's how we relate. Love the pattern of your poem, too.

Jeff Kyser

May 10, 2022 at 8:56 AM

It's the really long ones, sometimes spanning 15' or more across a trail that amaze me. I guess they climb a tree, let down in the breeze, and blow across to the other side...