|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/11/12 at 02:58 PM|
Ah! What a clever and thoughtful image - we spiders helpless without our webs. The coolness of this piece is the way it can lead you to both the seasons of earth and life... "winter's long reaching fingers" "the waiting dark drain " both symbolic of emotional and mental states and/or the life cycle I can relate to. Thanks Kristina for this seemingly light poem and its deeper meaning... at least from my patch of the planet.
|Posted by Elizabeth Shaw on 12/11/12 at 03:12 PM|
this is adorable every which way; I know that spider well... thnx!
|Posted by Elizabeth Shaw on 12/11/12 at 03:14 PM|
yes ... i think I'll hang this in my window!
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/12/12 at 04:11 PM|
Wonderful (quite original) poetic adaptation of one of my favorite movies to your own local weather conditions. That spider however has easily made it up the sink here in Ottawa with enough cold and snow to prove it.
|Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 12/13/12 at 01:35 AM|
***Stellar*** (loved this too!as always) :)