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Spider Woman
As words
Dribble, and drawl
Onto an empty page
And like the sage
You hope to be
You lose yourself
In inky poetry
And cast asunder
Like thunder
You spill your ink
Blots are scattered
As though written
By a drunken spider
On the webs of intrigue
Which duly abound
But
Rarely, rarely, rarely
become profound
It's time to fly
Or moth
All wrapped neatly
In silken cloth
by Jemia
Dribble, and drawl
Onto an empty page
And like the sage
You hope to be
You lose yourself
In inky poetry
And cast asunder
Like thunder
You spill your ink
Blots are scattered
As though written
By a drunken spider
On the webs of intrigue
Which duly abound
But
Rarely, rarely, rarely
become profound
It's time to fly
Or moth
All wrapped neatly
In silken cloth
by Jemia
Published 5th Dec 2022
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6th Dec 2022 12:19pm
The process of writing like anything else has an addictive element. Most people I know, while enjoying the attention of others, don't write to be love by all, rather it is to express something deeply held.
Tight write!
Tight write!
