Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Woods Are Full of Webs (Poems)



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:

  1. annell4May 31, 2011 at 11:47 AM

    Again you have selected a beautiful image and words!

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  2. S. EtoleMay 31, 2011 at 12:16 PM

    This is stunning ...

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  3. UnknownMay 31, 2011 at 1:04 PM

    lovely!

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  4. Kelly SauerMay 31, 2011 at 2:00 PM

    "unlucky
    insects trip
    imperfect wheels of fortune"

    really delightful!

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  5. TimoteoMay 31, 2011 at 5:14 PM

    Thanks for taking me into the woods with you!

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  6. Chris G.May 31, 2011 at 5:18 PM

    A most unlucky trip indeed...and one they only make once. Beautiful scene capture.

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  7. markMay 31, 2011 at 5:22 PM

    Great wordplay here. Truly enjoyed this.

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  8. Brian MillerMay 31, 2011 at 6:00 PM

    what webs we find ourselves in when we wander through our own woods...

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  9. *May 31, 2011 at 6:06 PM

    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.

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  10. UnknownMay 31, 2011 at 6:25 PM

    you've spun a beautiful web of words here...

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  11. ReflectionsMay 31, 2011 at 6:47 PM

    I find webs in those words as well, silk spun into such a stunning piece.

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  12. Pat HattMay 31, 2011 at 7:32 PM

    Yes the webs we weave
    And the trails we leave
    Providing all that we have spun
    Enjoyed your read lots of fun

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  13. Emmanuel IbokMay 31, 2011 at 7:43 PM

    Sad getting caught in a web. Well done with this creative piece.

    Bless!

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  14. patriciaMay 31, 2011 at 8:03 PM

    Hate it when its my nose that blunders in.

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  15. AnonymousMay 31, 2011 at 8:08 PM

    My morning walk, through the woods, has mused the thoughts you've expressed. I wonder... am I the prey?

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  16. hedgewitchMay 31, 2011 at 8:09 PM

    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.

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  17. ayalaMay 31, 2011 at 8:16 PM

    Lovely words!

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  18. Hannah StephensonMay 31, 2011 at 9:18 PM

    Reverent and hushed...wonderful.

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  19. Louise GallagherJune 1, 2011 at 12:40 AM

    You are so amazing!

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  20. RuthJune 1, 2011 at 4:28 AM

    I look forward to the golden orbs in the meadow and will remember "imperfect wheels of fortune" — perfect image!

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  21. JerryJune 1, 2011 at 8:35 AM

    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.

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  22. Cheryl SnellJune 1, 2011 at 12:34 PM

    Intricate things in their fringed peripheries! We have hard lessons to learn from them.

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  23. BeachannyJune 1, 2011 at 10:10 PM

    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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