Friday, April 18, 2014

Poetry Friday


Spider

Spider, you and I are kin;
Our deepest selves we both disburse.
Your entrails into silk you spin,
            And I mine into verse.

~ Paul Scott Mowrer ~

6 comments:

  1. Love the comparison of spinning silk and spinning verse!

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  2. It was such a nice surprise to come upon this poem!

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  3. Ooh, lovely. Entrails! Just right!

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  4. Just great, Diane. Robyn is right, it "is" to print and read again and again.

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  5. I did - print it out earlier to keep me company and revisit! I LOVE this poem - thanks for sharing, Diane!

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  6. Thanks, Ladies! Who knew entrails could be so meaningful outside of augury?

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