The Fair is over // fans have gone home
Charlotte contemplates her grand finale.’
Seven legs instead of eight
Fortunate to have made the escape
Little hairs on her legs she forgot to shave
Those Tan and black three jointed legs
She weathered the storm as Florence blew through
Now she’s sitting // sunning on my spout
looking at you
Silver, yellow, and black coloration
Creamy yellow spots decorate her abdomen
Like war paint on chiefs of a long ago kingdom
Volcanic lead thorax provides protection
Place where legs find their connection
Two hairy proboscises // great food trap
Everyday at lunch as she enjoys her wrap
She appears to have three eyes and maybe more
Though she may be legally blind // but I’m not sure
She looks lost and alone // no web to show
Her writing days are over // it’s time to go
One sac to fill with eggs by the hundreds
The promise of life // another year has ended
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Today on d’Verse Sarah lead us in a mindfulness exercise. She asked us to pick a small object and study it for a few minutes noting the details and taking notes . Then we are to follow up by writing a poem using that information. I found this spider on my water spout the other day so I thought I would study it for my poem.
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That’s really nice!
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This sounds like an excellent exercise; your poem is beautiful Dwight.
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Thanks Helene. It is amazing how much more you see when you take a few moments to really examine something.
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Thank you for inspiring me to do this.
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Great! I am sure it will be great!!
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She really is gorgeous. I like how you made this a tale. Of course, Charlotte
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Thank you! I could not resist the comparison. I used to read Charlottes Web to my fourth graders!
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Always loved that story.
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really got immersed in your contemplation Dwight. from this creature so small, you created a story almost, of her life up till she came to you. I like the connection with other stories, poems and current events you tied it all to. showing me how nature can connect so infinitely.
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Thank you Gina for your thoughtful response to my post. No rambling here!! If we are mindful as Sarah pointed out we discover that everything is indeed connected!
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it was a good prompt. yes Dwight no rambling at all, very lucid and focused thoughts
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:<)
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I’m so glad you named her, Dwight!
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Thanks Kim. Makes it more personal!
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I love the detailed description. There’s wonder in there, and humour, and Charlotte her amazing self, of course, but also I caught a little echo of Incy Wincy Spider. I’m not sure I would have noticed so much beauty without your eye guiding me.
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Thanks Sarah. It is amazing what we can see when we really stop to really observe the details. I like hinting at the connection to Charlottes Web and even the itsy bitsy spider! Fortunately this one is on the outside of the spout!
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I’m so glad you took the time to observe so closely!
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Thank you!
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beautiful descriptive words –
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Thanks Beth!
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We watched Charlotte’s Web not long back. I like the way you adapted it to your own spider. Of course, the idea of hundreds of babies later on makes my skin crawl
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Ha… keep scratching! Thanks Walter!
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I love spiders, this (not being in my local experience) is wonderful to see, such different colours and shape. Most of all, the poem, a subtle and delightful wit.
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Thank you Paul, for your kind words. I find these spiders fascinating.
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Yes – do you happen to know what they are called?
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I have always refered to them as writing spiders. I think if you google that it will bring them up.
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Thanks for that
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I love the close examination of Charlotte, even though I don’t like spiders!
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Safer to observe in a photo rather than in your hand. Thank you!
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This was marvelous Dwight! I don’t care much for spiders, but this was a great write.
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Thank you Linda. Coming from you I take that as a great compliment! So glad you enjoyed it.
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My pleasure!
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To give a spider such attention! They are the most amazing creatures. I would not hold it though. I love this poem and Charlottes web was a great story!
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Thank you! I did not hold it either. I get into the webs from time to time in the garden this time of the year. Yes, Charlotte’s Web is a wonderful book.
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Love this poem and photo! Charlotte’s Web will always be a favorite of mine, and spiders are fascinating, even if I don’t want them inside my house lol.
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Thank you so much! It is a classic. Yes, they are quite fascinating.
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Did you really hold her in your hand?… she is beautiful, but I fear she won’t live through winter.
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Oh yes, and I have a pet tarantula as well! Ha Ha! I thought about that when I chose the subject. I took the prompt as being the observation that was most important. No I don’t think she will either.
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Spiders aren’t normally my favorite, but I can respect what they do for nature 🙂 Very nice poem, it made me just a little less creeped out by our eight (or seven!) legged friends.
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Yes, I think like a lot of other things we fear, the actual danger is minimal! Thanks for reading!
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Very gentle and a bit delightful treatment of such a delicate creature. I echo the others, spiders are not something I’m about to hold in my hand, but your poetic tale created much empathy for something often feared or overlooked. I can’t help but wonder what happened to her leg.
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Thank you for your great comment. I don’t know what might have happened to her leg. Perhaps a bird got a beak on it and she slipped away.
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Hah! LOVE it….and of course the reference to Charlotte’s Web. This line in particular brought a big smile to my face:
“Little hairs on her legs she forgot to shave”
Hah!
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That white back ground really shows them up!! Ha Ha! Thanks Lillian!
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She only does have seven legs.
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I enjoyed all the details of this spider and the musing that evolved from it. I couldn’t help wondering if she was poisonous.
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That I don’t know. I decided not to hold it in my hand! :>)
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Thanks, Mish!
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Wow! What a great photo! This fits perfectly with what I have been writing about; the injury / disability comes through in that spider. So glad you shared this, Dwight!
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You are welcome and you may use it as you wish.
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Aw! You are so generous!
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You are welcome!
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