Jacob Coleman

Rookie (November 30,1989)

They Come To Me In Dreams - Poem by Jacob Coleman

Feelings aside, spiders are really small
Monstrosities: balls of poison (with legs
Usually hairy,8 of them in all)
With death-wild eyes to boot, black shiny
As orbs of darkness in a witch’s lair!
The way they crawl reminds me of tiny
Machines, except machines don’t carry eggs
In sticky grey sacks upon their backs (dare
I take a closer look?) . Oh, what did God
Have in His head (or His heart) when He bred
These awful things, compacted from the clod
Of caves, where webs first merged with human dread
And made a puzzled mockery of size?
Indeed, God (who knows) must be very wise.

Comments about They Come To Me In Dreams by Jacob Coleman

  • (5/10/2011 9:02:00 AM)

    I enjoyed this poem... It was educational for me. I didn't know abot the carriage of eggs. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/9/2011 10:06:00 PM)

    I like it. You have described it very well. Vivid imagery and remarkable style. Great write. I rate it 10.
    Thanks for sharing.....
    Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2. Please use the search box by typing the name of the poem if the page doesn't open with the title of the poem.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 9, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 10, 2011

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