Writing Exercise January 13 2009
Six words:
Violet
Paradox
Epiphany
Tile
Funereal
Ecstasy
The spider
Twirling its web
Beneath the violet sky
The spider spins round
The window pane alone
I watch this funereal creature
Hang an inch
Above the tile
I wait for its epiphany
Naïve creature it doesn’t
Realize there is nothing here
In the center it waits for food
The ecstasy of life caught
Within its grasp
The paradox of the mind
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