Took this picture, wrote this poem, thought of you, waiting for a storm [by Jennifer Michael Hecht]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Spider

 

Spider, spider, spinning tight

against the darkness of the night,

what inspired geometry

is wonder at your web from me?

 

On what different leads or lies

could my sympathies arise

if, instead of these aspire,

I had but gone out there entire?  

 

In the purpose of your art

twist the neurons of my heart.

For having lost a rhythm’s beat,

I dread my hand and drag my feet.

 

What the knowing? What the chain?

In what furnace burns my brain?

Where’s the Advil? What’s to grab?

I’ve got your heartthrob in my bag.

 

When I, as witness, turn from spears

to fat and lean, bread, pills and tears,

and spider winding, watched by me.

And nature’s this made all of we.

 

Spider, spider, knitting white

‘gainst the blackness of the night

what freaky strange geometry

could frame our sweet-ass symmetry?

 

Comments

[Amy Holman]

Fantastic!

[Stacey]

I agree. I love it.

[Pete Dako]

Q: what freaky strange geometry could frame our sweet-ass symmetry?

A: hmmm... lemme see ...STRING THEORY? :)

[Jennifer Michael Hecht]

thanks ladies! and good one dako.

[epistomolo]

Pete-----did you mean string bikini theory?......................................................The genome of an academic,artistic genious Creates sweet ass symmetry.

[mitch s.]

this is wonderful, jennifer. it's spider season out here and the big garden spiders are hard at work each evening. a few years ago, through the magic of the internet, i was able to learn how they begin the elaborate webs that seem to cover such great distances. as with so many things, it seemed to me that getting started would be the hardest part -- but it's actually very simple when you know how!