You don’t
know hesitancy:
the speckles,
for a moment, stop
an endless blinking
canopy.
Eight legs always
find me
A planet in the clearing,
a sun switched off
and blanket holes.
A near good memory
for most
Who really do not
know.
© A2Kdavis (K Davis) 2016
Thanks Mark 🙂 This is, I suppose, a short sharp jolt back to reality thanks to a spiders’ surprise! The planet in the clearing/sun switched off and blanket holes, as you understood ‘the light coming through’ or to. Thanks again!
I like Mark’s comment, yes, under the blanket the light coming through. I love
A planet in the clearing,
a sun switched off
and blanket holes.
This piece is difficult to pince with the mind, whichever way I read it, as I fear I am simply one of those
Who really do not
know.
Thank you Greg.O 🙂
I like this very creative
Hehe! Thanks again, Mark 🙂
love that 8 legs always find me! are you hiding under the blanket from a spider? Whatever, I like the poem.