Spider Poem by Walt Ostrander
Spider
O delicate instrument of patience
That sews herself the seeds of life
Two by two behind her past.
Thou answers only with silence as
Silence herself carries you on a wind
And coalesces upon your life with
The rough hands of winter
Slowly traveling
down your neck.
O beautiful working ferryman!
Thou spring forth strands of life
(more than what is life,
slowing faster losing always
love) floating cautiously on hope.
Yet still you live, and move as the wind moves
(Silently undaunting) .
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4/18/2024 4:57:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a beautiful poem expressing the clear virtue in fragility imposed only by nature. Mr. Ostrander has put it into a text that uses soft and beautiful language to spread the meaning past the small frame of the arachnid onto the plane of human existence. Wonderful work for such a young writer, I look forward to his return.