October 27, 2009
By Proviso SILVER, Edison, New Jersey
Proviso SILVER, Edison, New Jersey
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I found a home
For you and me
Between two young
Sapling trees.

Across them I pulled
My heartstring taut.
A weave of our lives
I carefully wrought.

The gales, they shudder,
Yet still we cling
To our webbéd abode,
This precious thing.

But heavy it grows
And riddled with tears.
It gets hard to forgive,
Harder to repair.

Precariously we hang
From fragile threads.
And the young saplings,
Well, they are dead.

When they break
(which soon they will),
I doubt our web
Will be there still.

Bittersweet, we’ll leave
Our mutual hearth.
I’ll let you fall silently
Back to earth.

The author's comments:
This was written in the summer, while I was staring outside my window at a random spiderweb that was home to two spiders.

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MoonGem BRONZE said...
on May. 21 2010 at 8:30 pm
MoonGem BRONZE, UB, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Live for God, Laugh for God, Love for God. Soli deo Gloria.

Very nice, but it could be better :) Is this your first poem? Well, my advice is, keep on writing! Practice makes perfect.



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