Melancholy sits quietly and I with her
with a gentle remider to breathe
we watch the cotton candy clouds flow by
as we lie watching blue skies
a stark contast to our mood
hurt on a colorful day
it seems wrong and out of place
the beauty of the scene lures me in
Melancholy and I pick daisies
until a black spider with an hourglass appears
startled I remember the dangers of a lovely afternoon
Melancholy sighs and I with her
she wraps me in her butterfly wings and carries me away in wonderment
all of a sudden my widow is heard listening to my thoughts
she looks like Charlotte’s Web spider
she is not there to harm me
she is simply spinning her yarn to snare some food
my tension eases and the Earth beckons me into the day
sunlit afternoon sigh, let the flies play
Beautifully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend, really dig this one a lot. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Damian good evening thank you graciously I’m happy you liked it ❤️
Lovely piece Brenda. The words are marvelously woven to create a delicate, fragile piece of poetry. xo
hi dearest Keith good evening thank you my friend I can be gentle when I want to ❤️
I wonder if that spider, doing what nature intended, ever said to himself – what a lovely day it is today?
Nice poem, crimsin.
I don’t know dearest Tim I believe if we listen we can hear nature and the earth talk…it is at all possible…everything has a frequency thank you for your thoughts ❤️
Such a fine verse. I really needed that. TY & hugs+++
hello dearest Jim thank you graciously I know my metaphors are funny I’m happy it worked for you ❤️