Jonathan Platt Poems
A Spider's Web
Silk-thin silver strings woven cleverly into a lair,
An intricate entwining of divinest thread...
Like strands of magic worked upon the air,
The spider spins his enchanted web -
His home so eerily, spiraling spreads.
His gossamer so rigid, yet lighter than mist,
And like an eight-legged sorcerer - a wizard blest,
His lace, like a spell, he conjures and knits;
I witnessed such wild ingenuity wrought and finessed,
Watching the spider weave a dream from his web.
Essence Of The Soul
The soul, like a fragile sphere of glass,
Holds the white radiance of heaven.
When the many trials of time are passed,
The soul bursts like an exploding star,
Revealing the true essence of who we are.