High Orb Spinner

[Don Schaeffer]

　

　
Ugly,
built for what it does
with pragmatic
decorations that
make it uglier,
the monster walks
for topsy-turvy
days to the
cross-arm of the
utility pole.
Then it's far away with cables
hanging from anus-arms,
victim of the breezes.
What does it know about webs:
map in its
disparate brain circuits
or mere twists and turns,
embedded sequences
like a knitting machine?

[Photo-John]

Nice, Don! I wish I could see the photo a little bigger. But I dig the poem and the photo together

[Don Schaeffer]

Thanks John, very much. You won't believe the terrible things some people said about this poem. Anyway, I did choose the wrong photo for this. I wanted to show how far away the spider was--bad idea.

[Photo-John]

Thanks John, very much. You won't believe the terrible things some people said about this poem. Anyway, I did choose the wrong photo for this. I wanted to show how far away the spider was--bad idea.

What kind of terrible things? And what kind of people? I commend you for being willing to share your poetry, here (I assume it's your poem, anyway).

[Don Schaeffer]

On another site. I got comments that I shouldn't foist such bad poetry on people and that it was the worst they'd ever seen. I figure they haven't seen too much poetry. Thanks for your kindness, John.