I see a spirit webbed spider, trapped in its own web.
A miraculous web.
Helplessly thrashing around, enclosed yet still free.
Enclosed like a mariposa in a chrysalis, but free still to admire nature.
I look up to these spiders.
So busy but so beautiful as well.
I look up to them, however tiny they may be.
Where did they learn such mastery of weaving?
How do they know such fine arts?
We have much to learn.
And I pray, we humans, I pray that we may learn.
Dew on webs, more beautiful than a sunrise or a sunset expanding over the horizon.
Oh how I wish to be thee, spider.
I wish to be set free.
Your wonderful spirit embedded upon your string.
Your wonderful spirit spun upon the very lines of your home.
Spirit spun like coils of DNA, abundant everywhere, in every place.
I wish to live like you, spider.
To live freely, to look and live upon nature.
I wish to leap among the very threads of me.
To climb silvery ropes of wonder.
Silvery ropes of spirit that is.
But unlike you, I am human.
I can never be as so intricate.
I can never be as so fragile.
And though I may bruise easily, I never make my mark.
I may heal easily, but I am unknown.
I can never be as beautiful as thee and your web.
Such magnificent home.
But may beauty find me.
May nature find me.
And then I shall make my mark.
My mark upon the world, questing for the very spirit in my web.
But I am only human, I am not perfect.
My web dwells in my mind, but to that point, it is only imaginary.
Unlike yours O spider.
May blissful air and dew magnify your beauty.
And shall you be blessed.
Have faith in your spirit web.
It is never damaged, and nor is it's beauty.
May the skies of nature have mercy upon it.
For without it, the world may not be able to exist.
But with such a web as yours, humans shall appreciate it.
I hope that the skies of nature send thing wispy clouds through it.
Your web, your spirit, your weapon, oh spider.
But I am human, and for me it is my mind, my spirit, and that is my weapon.
The web of yours dwells within me.
It dwells within my soul, it dwells in my mind.
And to you, it shall always wander.
May you live forever in Mother Earth's Heart.
It is where you belong.
A contest entry
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Comments
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thanks for obeying the author notes rule. I put it there for a reason. People often just click and enter a contest without reading the rules. Spiders scare me ... black widows are the worst. Their webs are messy as though they know they won't be housekeeping for very long
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plz re-read the rules in my contest
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Reread. Exceeds 40 line limit in rules, but nice work.

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I will come back and read this again after you have pared it down to the 40 line max as stated in the rules. I see that it is very descriptive and that you are drawing a parallel between people and spiders...or is it our building skills you are talking about. In other words it looks like it's about a spider, though the web itself is also a good idea...
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You don't have to read it. It's ok.
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