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Life is lived in A Gossamer Spider's Web

Updated on July 11, 2012

Fate to seal thy doom.

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I'm still here

I haven't been writing for Hub Pages for quite some time now, in fact, I haven't been writing at all and I wish I could say that my demise is any sweeter. The fact is that I am still in a dark place, fighting with my demons. I wrote this poem a few days ago and I am posting it for your truthful review. I like it, but even for me, it is even darker than usual. I am still trying to come to terms with things in my past, far past and most recent past, so I hope those of you who know me well will understand some of it. How are you all my hub buddies, I still think about you all?Take good care of yourselves. Nette xxx

In a Gossamer Web.

In a gossamer spider’s web I leave my heart suspended

my cotton bud tears fall heavily towards unhallowed land

In your blustery carefree day, you stop and laugh at my pain

I glances sideward’s with a smirk and you travel on your way again

Black lace holds no scintillation, not even for an hour

My muse in sensuous mode, entwines my lovers desire

My appetite is on fire with no notion to halt the quest, as

fathom eyes black as night and cold, would break the hidden depths

Red satin in the candle light, rapturous eyes hold my gaze

For all the pain doth rise to reach the risqué time again

Your touch shivers away from a devils coil, to seek the black heart beyond

As this temptress holds thoughts of red and gold and smiles a sultry song

My muse is wild, abandoned, writhing within the cold flames

Just as passion in the night is covered in blankets and restraints

This evil soul should dance with the wind to mesmerise your heart

For the shadow in the gable knows I am biding my time to depart

This tantric beauty turns good men bad, searching for their souls

And stops not once to see their fate, as hells door shuts quietly closed

An angel she once was, now consumes your soul with passion

If you stand too close beware, I laugh deliciously, and revel in your obsession

The cloak of mist is first to succumb to disrepute in the cold dark night

This bitch with evil red eyes hovers above your blood red lips, smiling with delight

And still the tears cold as ice, scorns her lovers’ heart, now exposed

For without reasonable doubt this temptress conquers lives and spits upon your soul

In the darkness to come I hear you scream unrelenting for release

But this witch your manhood created is too far out of reach

You buried me in cold damp clay, left me with no smile

But now I laugh the most evil laugh and you I once more desire.

With venomous tongue I taste your fear, you are left screaming with delight

Before the close of day you will wish again for light

Because in your dreams your visions are so disturbed

As my gentle gaily laughter chases your every spoken word


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      Rosemary Sadler 5 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

      So good to see you back and writing againNette and I'm sorry it took me this long to find this.

      This is such a powerful poem, your anger being laid down for all to see. This bubling volcano inside you will one day subside and all that will e left of it is dead ashes. When the witch is ready to take up her broom and sweep those ashes into a deep crevice new life will start to grow, sweet grass and blooms that sway in a gentle breeze, fresh sweet air to breathe and bring a cooling alm to your soul.

      Don't tweak this, it comes from your soul and is what you feel, it is the hurt trying to find it's way out. This is not just any old piece of poetry it is what you wanted to say and you said it most powerfully and truthfully. Leave it as it is.

      Love and hugs

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      the inmate 5 years ago from Wisconsin

      Nette this poem is dark and heavy, even for you. I enjoyed the emotions laid to rest and hope that you will feel happier to walk this path of life again. David.

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      Maria Jordan 5 years ago from Jeffersonville PA

      This is some chillingly cold anger and hurt dressed in the most exquisitely weaved black silken web... but no one should ever be fooled. Please do not tweak...rather keep writing as furiously as your pen will guide you until this is written and written yet again.

      I love you, Sista. Always here for you, today and tomorrow, Maria

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 5 years ago from Reno NV

      Thank you bluestar for such a well written poem, everything works so well and balanced with perfect rythym. Thank you for sharing (I am pretty bad at keeping up.) Jamie

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      Ruby Jean Richert 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

      I loved the way you laughed when he found another. A woman's scorn is to be reckoned with. I have missed your writing. You are by far one of my favorite poetess. Thank happy my friend

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      Joyce Haragsim 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

      I think your poem read very well and I agree with Vincent above.

      It is so good to see you're writing again. So keep it up please.

      Voted up and truely awesome, Joyce.

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      Vincent Moore 5 years ago

      Nette first let me say this. Your courage to unload skeletons from your closet is commendable. I know the feeling, the humiliation and sadness involved. You know I come from similar darkness and my soul was tarnished in my youth and to this day I am haunted by my own demons.

      As a poet my words and style flow from my Quill without notice to proper diction, form or pose. Yes indeed I to can make grammatical errors, yet I rarely change what I lay down. I accept critique from any teacher of grammar for my sometimes abuse of words. However I rarely change them, I let them stand alone, my muse moved my soul to lay them down as they came out. So to offer you critique, nay I say from one poet to another, tis what came from your heart and soul at time of writing, thus I say leave it lay. Peace and blessings to you sweet poet. I was moved by your words, what more then is required? In my humble opinion no changes needed, yet I know you are going back to retweek:-) Hugs from me to you my friend. BTW a BIG welcome back, I missed you.

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      Annette Donaldson 5 years ago from Northern Ireland

      Hi Brenda, thank you for the review hunnie. I really appreciate you taking the time to comment. I see where you are coming from girlfriend and will mail you when I have re-tweaked it. Much love, Nette x

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      Annette Donaldson 5 years ago from Northern Ireland

      thank you snow drops for your lovely encouraging comment. :)

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      Brenda Barnes 5 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

      Hello there friend. It is so lovely to see you posting again. I get the synopsis of the poem and find it lovey. I do think it needs some more work though, fine tuning. Some of the lines are wordy and seem too archaic. An example is: "For all the pain doth rise..." Having the reader change focus to absorb a seldom used word breaks the flow (for me at least). The line "But this witch your manhood created is too far out of reach" is delightful, probably certain to offend some of our males friends. lol

      The poem has great promise and I look forward to seeing what you do with it. Love, B.

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      snowdrops 5 years ago from The Second Star to the Right

      interesting write, full of deep thoughts. thank you for sharing!