Short Filaments Poems
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Wide eyes cast their gaze upward
‘Today’s Spider Web’ mocks him
Eight spindly filaments weave a web
Are these hands not as delicately bred
Blurred distortions,smeared stirrings
put aside to make an extract in
filaments of primal abstractions.
Restless movements dripping,drop
by drop into pure fields of bliss
In the shadow
Where all the pieces be
Laid out
For the world to see
Connected parts of thought
Filaments joined tenuously
Bits created
Flightiness
Amid great darkness
A beautiful light appeared
Carbon filaments
Incandescently lighting
Moving man out of darkness
bound and tethered
held strong with grievous filaments
i struggled not
feeling the futility
and the masterful illusion of my jaundiced mind
she holds me captive
on the turntable of despair
A family picnic outing on the lawn,
Granny’s hair like dandelions in sun –
silver filaments, a childhood toy.
A puff of breath, the seedlets fly
the way the morning’s breeze has gone.
Memories wind-borne on the sky.
patterns of matter -
galactic filaments play
follow the leader
gravity's dark wells -
black holes, leaking infrared,
can't keep a secret
"play it again Sam -"
starry exodus gains speed
cosmos self-defined
Brian Johnston
March 27, 2017
The wind from the south,
as rich as whispered voices,
nudges my heartstrings to roam
those timeworn keepsake places;
espying aged filaments of true hope,
numbered and nearly as delicate
as a man hungering
for the once familiar perfume
of old-fashioned hymns.
When you and I were one,
A lifetime of joy cached,
Us dancing neath the sun
With passion unabashed,
Fond filaments finespun,
Golden memories stashed.
1st February 2023
For Line Gauthier's "Bite Size Contest No. 60"
We sit in the back
against the forest in April
at the border of Spring. She is
still sad as the dusk gathers
and will probably remain so.
I watch the filaments
in the trees get finer,
uncountable threads of shadow,
nets of shadow, lace, and the
catching webs of vine,
thinner and finer until we
fall into darkness.
The traffic, always busy,
Seemingly streams smoothly
Slithering through unsupervised
Synaptic stop signs,
Thoughts colliding with ideas
Arriving at synchronistic solutions
Within the cranial carnival side show
High fiving the flirtatious filaments
Of belief’s flickering flames
The carnage of conscience
Waiting for the light to change.
life on the edge
of a thread
suspended from a network
of interlocking filaments
bound by triangulated interstices
woven by a master of deception
integrated into his lair
lying in wait
patient vigilant and aware
of what disturbs motion
intersects light
ever ready to ensnare the unaware
who venture into the transparent maze
suspended mid-air
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(Another childhood poem.)
Filaments tightly woven,
a chrysalis cradles me,
deflects the dangers;
it is an armored womb,
bright and hard.
Loosely woven,
a web imprisons me;
struggles snare me firmly
in these threads.
What weaves this armor
and this trap?
It is I --
I am the spider,
and the potential
butterfly.
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moonlit beach
shadows flit furtive
tide recedes
waves curl up
dark fingers flick across sand
gambling with the sea
pale moonbeams
thread gold filaments
sewing trails
stitching lines
weaving form in shaken dreams
stirred, not yet awake
dawn appears
black waves surge closer
as tide turns
sleep departs
shadows slip 'n slide away
back into the sea
Invested was what seemed like infinity
There I was peering at such iconic symbolism
Indefinite filaments of unprecedented passion ascend
I battle to suppress said ardor though perpetually it heightens
Each time her face shall surface in the sanctuary that comprises my reveries
Sacrificed I am to perish within her sexy, inviting aroma
That illustrates my voracious carnality
The wind from the south,
as rich as whispered voices,
nudges my heartstrings to roam
those timeworn keepsake places;
espying aged filaments of true hope,
numbered and nearly as delicate
as a man hungering
for the once familiar perfume
of old-fashioned hymns.
For: Absolutely Anything Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Shreya LN
Originally published as "Keepsake," October 2021
Oh I sit on my moonlit terrace
As the wind whisks with a tender graze,
As the stars burn, oh light-years away
To their silent harmony, I sway.
In the coolness of the night,
In the alluring raven sight,
In my balmy blushing cheek,
I find the peace, I oh so dearly seek!
My soul stretches near and afar;
Thoughts spilling forth from the jar,
Trailing filaments of long entwined
Philosophy of a probing mind.
one foot then another
emerges from the capsule
the bloated figure
floats onto the barren crater
each small step creates a new footprint
on the dry beach
he beholds the earth
the fragile ornament
hanging by a fishing line
from the tree of naught
the radio waves crash and crackle
behind the mask
the electric filaments leap
and flash back to Houston
where the men in black-framed glasses
shout for joy.
Filtering filaments of shouting color
Dancing brilliant motes
Defining sunlight by crowding into invisible shafts
Reflecting hope and brilliance
Revealing resistance with every tiny fragment
Defying gravity to fly the final arc of existence
Catching the sun and revealing an unseen world
That every breath is defined by gauzy curtains of sustenance;
Should we be so dispassionate that we inhale all this
Unknowing
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.
Blinking Lights
A light shines out loud
Lightening bug fitters shines blinking
Caressing the rainbow behind
Element of filaments
As evening dawns passes
Shadows of light over the grasses
by James Edward Lee Sr.
The phenomena’s of nature
are nurtured like a mother.
She never favors one over
another. Although her rose-child
may be her comeliest flower
she bestowed on sister sibling
blooms the sweetest scented perfumes.
Her spiders all weave their webs with
fine, sticky, silken filaments’
She gives potential prey a way
avoiding it with fitting wings
and legs. Then there are we who set
ourselves apart from her, only
to be reminded otherwise.
At the wind's behest
At the sun's command
Swarming worms infest
Legs and arms and hands
Flesh from bone undressed
Withers in the sand
Denser forms divest
Of filaments and strands
As rigid limbs relax
Bound by sky and land
Mouth and throat contract
Chest and brain expand
Set free by their collapse
Fulfilled by new demands
Enshrined as they're enclasped
By rasping sea and sand
Written by © Raven Drake
Fragments of moment
paddling swift and frenzy
through layers of present.
Filaments of passing time
wafting in evanescence
to get folded in the memory.
Oh fragile life
you are the remnants
etched in the illusion
squeezing frail reality
from misty ruckus
in mysetrous shade.
Beneath azure sky
On the bank of transience
rest, numerous existence
embedded with myraid dreams
and shed desperate selves
as fireflies hugging flames..
Cactus Dancer
Graceful spider dances on sharp cactus spikes
Spinnerets leave webs of dainty filigree
Each web a masterpiece of sublime delights
Silk filaments wear dews as the moonlight flees
Eight tiny feet twirl over the spiny heights,
On prickly thorns leaves a magic feathery,
Mysterious craftsman spins the intricate
Cobweb sculptures spun in orbs magnificent
9-8-22
Contest: Ottava Rima
Sponsor: L Milton Hanks
Rhymes checked with www.rhyme zone