Friday, August 24, 2012

Web of Life



Web of Life

In the midst
of a pure blue dream of a day,
you shiver
as you face the truth.
This moment freezes time.
Oh sure,
time doesn’t really stop,
can’t stop,
can’t wait
but you are frozen
caught like a fly
in a spider’s web,
focused
on the shining silver
all around you,
waiting,
dreading,
waiting to feel
the message
vibrate
across the web,
“You’re next.”

You try
not to shudder,
try to be still,
hope to hide,
just
a little while
longer,
from death.

Words and photo are ©copyright Carol Steel.

4 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

A lovely photo and i particularly like the phrase 'pure blue dream of a day'.

It's quite a sobering poem overall!

Carol Steel 5050 said...

The photo is the last rays of light from the setting sun shining through leaves. Thanks for your comment.

Laurie Kolp said...

Oh... this is powerful. Love it!

Carol Steel 5050 said...

Thanks Laurie. It is where I am right now, in the reality of life and death.