Starting at dawn, zig-zagging up
Mt. Shozan, at a narrow pass
A web blocks the path. Sun through it
As through silk, at the web's
Center, a calm, jeweled spider.
Moments pass; TINGLING
He turns. Re-routes his way.
Later, by his brother's fire,
The wine jars that had been full,
Light, he thinks to the spider,
Wind thrumming its web,
The moon full in all eight eyes.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | February 19, 2009 - 08:43
Some beautiful images here. You have managed to paint such a beautiful picture with so few words.
Much enjoyed.
Tina
Ewan | February 19, 2009 - 08:47
The man looks an interesting sort of polymath from Wiki's entry on him.
Lovely, moment-captured, oriental feel to this.
Ewan
lenchenelf | February 19, 2009 - 09:46
The well measured space in your structure cradles quietly paced thought, much enjoyed atb L
bosch | February 19, 2009 - 12:15
Tina, Thanks. This is an older poem and one I've wanted to re-work for a long time. Swep
bosch | February 19, 2009 - 12:17
Ewan, Thanks for reading, and for your good remarks. Swep
bosch | February 19, 2009 - 12:20
lenchenelf, I've noticed a number of postings by you that are edits of old poems. Even so, this one was from the first book, which will now form the first half of a second volume. Thanks for your sense of the poem. Swep
lenchenelf | March 4, 2009 - 17:07
Bosch, I notice you've re-edited. A very satisfying memorable piece. atb L
bosch | March 5, 2009 - 12:22
lenchenelf: Thanks for coming back by, and thanks for your warm comments. Swep