Short Lacework Poems

In this tangled web of chaos, 
trying to untangle my being 
of this spider's lacework; 
if my soul will just assent
to a haven of order.

11/2/2014...

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FOREST    LOVE



As  a melody felt in its first notes,
I  caught the perfume  of her soul pouring
Through the lacework of snow-covered branches.
The beats  of my heart  played a measure
Among the tapestry of the gods - 
Spirit freeing semibreves
In the arms of white decoration....

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My soul is torn in two,
      in this tangled web of chaos,

   trapped in this tomb's spiders lacework 
      in anguish and despair.

   Dare I run,
      hide in shadowed alleys?

   If, my soul will just assent
      to a haven of order?

11/18/2021

Soul Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori...

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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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Wonder, is love of 
snowflake transience? 
As delicate as ice 
webbed of lacework elegance?

To breathe upon it's 
fragile body essence, 
to melt it in micro seconds. 
To hold it in a palm, 
glimpse the complexity, 
dissolving almost instantly.

And yet the memory 
perfect and pristine. 
Held in the heart of hearts, 
of all there's ever been. 
For love and snowflakes 
share a common theme.

Neither one forgotten 
once either has been seen....

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The master weaver weaves his web
Immune to weather’s flow and ebb.
Unseen for nine months of the year
This diamond-studded lacework here
No tasty morsel trapped, I think,
But dainty dewdrops sweet to drink;
Condensed from early Autumn mist
The wondrous web with moisture, kissed,
Like beads of mercury, perfect spheres
In which a micro-world appears.

O Spider with your legs so thin,
Who, may I ask, taught you to spin
Such a delicate and light affair
Suspended in the morning air ?...

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