the web was spun
from spidery lies
that crawled upon me
insinuating themselves
with sinewy silkiness
weaving the fabric of my being
a trapped fly without wings
decaying in a tangled web
weighting me down
with futility
A contest entry
- 10 lines only by Lavender Butterfly.
400 points, ended February 12, 2007, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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The strength of lies as the strength of a strand on the spider's web have incredible strength... we can become in bondage to them until it is difficult to tell the trapped from entrapment. Nicely penned truth.
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Great wording, fabulous background. Thanks so much for sharing. Love and light, Butterfly.
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I can see the futility in the course of this poem even felt it as I think most readers will and be thinking 'Been there. It is exceedingly good.
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