‘Web of Protetion
She spins her last thread
to catch dinner.
A perfect rose of delicacy
to fool an hours’ old bug
a trap to ensnare in a house
aware of the deal made
hundreds of years ago.
When the grandmothers
made promises
human to spider
baby and web.
Published by Ziibi
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The heart of a poet
and the eyes of an artist.
The perception of one can carry
a thousand hurtles of hang ups
or ten thousand steps for change.
As I walk along in life,
my muses dance with reflection
inspiring me to release
through poetry.
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