General Poetry posted June 27, 2020 |
A poetic postscript
Spider Revisited
by Clockwise
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A couple of years ago, I wrote a poem that contained the lines, "But still the fly hums, and bangs all about, the small black reminder, a spider without." At the time, I desperately wanted to somehow juxtapose this with the follow-up line "a spider within." As hard as I tried (and try, I did), the poem would have none of it.
Despite being lost and rejected, it continued to haunt me, demanding the life I once promised. My failure continues, as now the last line reads "venom within" instead of the intended "spider within." Damn.
Forgive me if the poem starts off a little rough. Like I said, it is sort of a postscript to an earlier poem which left the reader with the lines, "Thus ends the story, pray tell who am I?, Some say the spider, Some say the fly."
And for those who may not know, one identifies the very venomous Brown Recluse by the distinctive marking on it's back that looks an awful lot like a violin.
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and 2 member cents. Despite being lost and rejected, it continued to haunt me, demanding the life I once promised. My failure continues, as now the last line reads "venom within" instead of the intended "spider within." Damn.
Forgive me if the poem starts off a little rough. Like I said, it is sort of a postscript to an earlier poem which left the reader with the lines, "Thus ends the story, pray tell who am I?, Some say the spider, Some say the fly."
And for those who may not know, one identifies the very venomous Brown Recluse by the distinctive marking on it's back that looks an awful lot like a violin.
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