drawing by Shirl from spider photo
A spider's web of memories,
Chrystaline or true blue,
Shattering, falling out, or falling in,
Passing wips of time.
Fragmented pictures of stories,
Yet untold,
Visions of a past that only I lived.
Others with their own, yet instances were shared.
Life is like that we imagine ourselves,
Weaving webs of silken experience,
making or breaking a lifelong trap,
for the character to hold and grow this way or that.
And I the spider am spinning my way.
Through time, creating memories of each passing day.
And as I am living and loving with all,
I look back over time through my crystal ball.
The beginning is patchy, vague now it seems,
And the future is filled with life, can I spin out my dreams?
Peace
by John Anthony Line
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'Crying Spider' ART ABOVE PAINTED 1881 BY:
Odilon
Redon
born: Bordeaux, France; 20 April 1840
died: Paris, France; 6 July 1916
