The Web - a Poem
The Web- a Poem
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Sometimes we see nature as a cruel mistress, judging what we see without the understanding of it. Survival of the fittest is a natural law that keeps life in balance. Humans are the only creatures on earth not to abide by the natural laws and defy nature itself. This will be our downfall. The simplicity of nature and the ebb and flow of life is not unlike our own journey; we simply see it differently and over analyse because of our self-importance.
Nature is in itself our teacher if we wish to learn. We are more often the little mosquito, oblivious to what is about to happen. It is not wrong, cruel or anything else; it is life and we are a part of that cycle, whether we feel above it or not.
I hope you enjoy ‘The Web’.
By Tony DeLorger © 11/2/2011
Translucent strands of silk demands all taught and dew-filled crosses,
bending gentle breezes glisten, boxes formed decreasing patterns,
‘til centre ever radiating, diamond jewels encapsulating,
drawing near the naive in flight, mesmerising a fateful plight.
Dark eyes waiting silent rating, measuring the feast,
unperturbed the wing-ed treat descends in circles, denies defeat,
until at last with gentle stroke, tremor waves of glistened silk,
awake the dark and thirsting giant, to dance the dance of death defiant.
Once pricked and still aware and helpless, the prey’s embalmed and wrapped,
then suckled life from crippled strife, is sacrificed in death,
an empty shell discarded near and dark eyes lay in wait,
for unsuspecting wing-ed treats misguided choose their fate.