By a Thread

A spider hangs precariously alone;
below her web of knotted silken thread.
She dangles freely – tossed by nature’s wind,
without concern of dark storms overhead.
A strike of lightening cracks the peaceful day,
producing magnificent bolts of light.
Roars of mad thunder startle a blue jay –
eight legs devoid of concern, huddle tight.
Stormy winds and rain with hail plummeting,
might lacerate her strong web into shreds.
Though nature wrath seems cruel –unforgiving,
the spider will rebuild with rainbows overhead.

-TheMsLvh ©2011
Creative Commons License
California Ink In Motion by TheMsLvh is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
image source:

  1. August 21, 2011 at 11:33 am

    Great poem! It’s sort of a modern itsy bitsy spider. :)

    • August 21, 2011 at 11:38 am

      It turned out that way didn’t it? Thanks for your comment!

  2. August 21, 2011 at 2:37 pm

    we got some of those around here, & they’re about to get pummeled & be forced to rebuild again…

  3. August 22, 2011 at 2:24 pm

    They’re very industrious little creatures aren’t they? Just keep going on and on. I would like their energy and determination some days. :-)

    • August 22, 2011 at 2:59 pm

      You know, when you think about it, they have no choice. Guess they can build a trap in the ground! ;)

      Loved your comment, it made me think about it!

  1. No trackbacks yet.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: