Photo © by Kelly Langner Sauer
Used With Permission
Woods Are Full of Webs
Woods are full
of webs, sticky shrouds
spun from leaf
to limb, threads
holding fast to a last breath
what blunders in silk.
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In gold orbs,
woods' camouflaged beds,
unlucky
insects trip
imperfect wheels of fortune.
Preyers' journeys end.
© 2011 Maureen E. Doallas
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These poems, in Shadorma form, are inspired by photographer Kelly Langner Sauer's beautiful image above (click to enlarge view.)
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I offer this poem for the One Shot Wednesday event at One Stop Poetry, which each week invites poets to read, share, and comment on each other's work. Be sure to visit the site late Tuesday afternoon and Wednesday for the many contributors' poems.
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23 comments:
Again you have selected a beautiful image and words!
This is stunning ...
lovely!
"unlucky
insects trip
imperfect wheels of fortune"
really delightful!
Thanks for taking me into the woods with you!
A most unlucky trip indeed...and one they only make once. Beautiful scene capture.
Great wordplay here. Truly enjoyed this.
what webs we find ourselves in when we wander through our own woods...
Maureen, you spin some wonderful words in this, including this:
"spun from leaf
to limb, threads
holding fast to a last breath
what blunders in silk"
The juxtaposition of blunder and silk -- I adore, that is, delight in thinking of something so wonderous (silk!), blundered.
you've spun a beautiful web of words here...
I find webs in those words as well, silk spun into such a stunning piece.
Yes the webs we weave
And the trails we leave
Providing all that we have spun
Enjoyed your read lots of fun
Sad getting caught in a web. Well done with this creative piece.
Bless!
Hate it when its my nose that blunders in.
My morning walk, through the woods, has mused the thoughts you've expressed. I wonder... am I the prey?
You've managed the subtle feel of meter along with the precision of word choice and made it all sing together in this exacting but rewarding form, one of my favorites. An excellent play on words in the last line.
Lovely words!
Reverent and hushed...wonderful.
You are so amazing!
I look forward to the golden orbs in the meadow and will remember "imperfect wheels of fortune" — perfect image!
I saw a golden strand of the preyers across the window of my car on my way to work yesterday. They are very busy laying their lines down. I hope very soon to take my children into the forest to enjoy the wonders of nature such as this.
Intricate things in their fringed peripheries! We have hard lessons to learn from them.
Wonderful word play, carefully and precisely chosen as your words always are. The shadorma stanzas perfectly mirroring the excellent woodland image.
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