Those Things Remembered
size of a nation unveiled
where did Howard Hughes go
famous do you know the history
from one cryptic tweet
no one hunts small deer
a rising star never apologizes
the founders never discussed this
along the way is now
mightier than the sword
values don’t disappear
legends values exist
memories of a very unusual man
nonconformist aesthetic
pursuit is living life
A spider, any spider
There is the story of a spider who sat next to a little girl and scared her.
There is the story of a spider who spend most of the cold winter months hanging on the ceiling of my bedroom. We didn’t scare each other, we lived alongside each other. And when early spring came he stung me in the right ankle, run out of the window never to be seen again. How is that for gratitude??
There is a story of a spider who kept being in the wrong place at the wrong time,
Sometimes people were kind enough to avoid the spider and stepped around it.
Sometimes, they picked it up to move it out of harm’s way.
Sometimes people just step on it.
And next day another spider would be at the wrong place, at the wrong time.
Scaring himself to death by looking into a pocket mirror fallen out of somebody’s pocket.
Hour 7
Inside a Squirrel
Struck still on the sidewalk,
pedestrians pass by
oblivious, even to the
fluttering
butterfly that’s caught my eye.
Unfreezing my stature,
I flee left and prance right
running
toward the next branch in sight.
I come to a trunk,
I jump from my paws,
gripping,
the bark with the might of my claws.
Reaching the top,
my tail swishing and
swaying,
relieved I escaped
with minimal spraying
from the guard dog’s
slobbering.
Tailgate
Iridescent, invisible strands
of webbing are affixed to
the taillight and bumper
of the old car in the space next to mine.
The round brown body of the small spider
patrols the web
looking for passengers
or any others
waiting for a ride.
Hour Nine
Goodnight Spider
October is the Month of the Spider
those eight-legged hunters, pregnant and fat
hang low, with wide-cast webs
to catch the most unwary meals
for ravenous mothers-to-be.
She hangs from her net, lazy and gravid
letting it do the work for her,
for she knows that her work is almost done.
October is the Month of Life and Death;
she was not built for cold, and as she spins her sac
she ebbs, fails, and falls into the brown crackling leaves
among the shells of her prey.
Spiders everywhere
A spider in my bed
A spider in my car
A spider in my cloths
Spiders everywhere
White spiders
Black spiders
Brown spiders
And even cotton candy spiders
In my bed
In my car
In my cloths
Oh no! Everywhere, every color
I’m glad! It was just a dream…
(Hour Nine – Maritza M. Mejia)
Hour 9 – Prompt 9 – Creepy
You appear out of nowhere
and you grow up so fast
You are here one moment
and disappear in the next
Your ability to thrive under
all conditions is amazing
You make your presence
felt, in every home
You may be small, but
you spit venom and are dangerous
Creepy, crawly, and feared by most
Spiders, that is your identity
(c) Vijaya Gowrisankar
Dark Creature – Ode to a spider.
Dark Creature
Dark creature creeping.
I was not expecting your presence in my life.
Why do you have to invade my space?
You cause fear and strife.
Exit my abode.
I will not tolerate your presence.
I am in control.
Of at least this small terror, yes, I am in control.
– Mary-Jeanne Smith
Hour 9
Almost to the half way point!! And still going strong.
Spider Dreams
Spiders crawling everywhere
Over my desk full of notebooks
On my bed into the covers
All over my arms and legs
Skittering over me
Almost tickling if I wasn’t screaming
I snap up awake with crawling skin
Nothing but blankets around me