Sea Spider Poems

Shells on the beach after a rain.
Carved monoliths.

NB: Inspired by Suzanne Delaney’s contest and subsequent blog (3-29-2023). This form arose from the oral tradition of...

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Spinners twirling,
Silver swirling,
Conjured magic dinner plate.
Her eyes devising,
Hypnotizing,
Glittered, gleaming, polished slate.

She knits a dress
With silky tress,
She puts her prowess in the stitch,
And gives her guest
A...

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Moments, once held, vanished like spider webs.
Whispers held captive, like tides, too soon ebb.

September 24, 2021
L Milton Hankins
"Your Best Rhyming Couplet" contest
6th Place!...

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Loose Magic

Pee-a-boo, I see you...
Got your nose, 
and not your toes. 
Skipping rocks, 
and bubbles in the park. 

Eye contact from across the room, 
notes...

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Spaghetti

The meat, 
the cheese,
the sauce.

The smiles,
the laughs,
the wine.

The music, 
the song, 
the moment... 

The vow of forever!

Then...

You and I, 
and the garlic bread!



A. Foster, Ann...

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The Cat

It is late, 
nearly half-past nine. 
You are asleep beside me.
The clock on the wall is too loud. 
I need to buy another. 
This...

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Questions

What defines... success?
Is it how many people you know. 
Is it where you have been, 
or where you will go? 

Is it who you talk...

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U

It is cool here. 
Is it hot there?
You have not written. 
I have not received...
a letter.

Do you think of me?
I remember you. 
I can not...

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Maybe the wind blows to search for lost clouds
Maybe the stars shine to hunt for the sun
Maybe we laugh to gasp in some air
To let...

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Yamaguchi Seishi haiku modern English translations

Grasses wilt:
the braking locomotive
grinds to a halt.
—Yamaguchi Seishi, loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Ceaseless chaos—
ice floes clash
in the Soya straits.
—Yamaguchi...

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I am the prettiest tarantula in the Caribbean Sea
My web is the most intricate of my kind, a cone in a tree.
When I get larger...

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 The spider and me… 	

The spider and me… 
In the garden that was called Garden of Love,
 I was flying with a silver feathered...

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A spider drank cider and was legless at breakfast 
Now this placid arachnid with a shoddy wee body
Asked weevils so evil if they each had...

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Covered in the jungles evergreen thickets, beneath
Stones and mortars refuge lays an old Mayan crypt,
And on it is written an ancient curse, dare not enter...

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