The urge to be melancholy hovers so near
If only the reasons for happiness were as clear
Walking by the edge of the spider web weeping
With the whisper of the spider close by creeping
Knowing I should be elsewhere out of harm’s way
But falling hard under the power of the spiders say
Crawling ever so closer and up and onto my arm
I barely felt the bite causing me no alarm
I fell into the web never happier than before
Where the spiders feed I’m not even sore
I thought the sadness would over take me more
Instead I’m warm, wrapped and feeling restored
© 2011 Michael Yost
Michael's Lair 
weeping web,
swimming feet.
this piece is super great.
🙂
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Thanks Jingle!
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Wow, what a surprise ending. Great job of weaving this web.
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Thanks Judy. So what Are we really willing to give up for the fuzzy feelings…?
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Michael, I was so surprised by your ending. Kind of like The Borg, being assimilated. But when all is said and done, I will have nightmares tonight because spiders GROSS ME OUT! Ha ha ha. Great job. When you gross ME out, that’s saying something. Amy (Here’s mine, Sun. Scribs)
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/07/03/hitch-in-praise-of-alfred-hitchcock/
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Enjoyed you trib to “Hitch”. Thanks for the comment and visit.
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melancholy is my middle name. I totally get this feeling, mine is not an urge as much as a haunting presence 😦
happy potluck!
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And to you!
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what a superb write.
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Glad yo enjoyed it David.
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Superb….
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Thank you Dakshi, I appreciate your comment and your visits.
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Sometimes we just don’t know where we belong, until we find our own…a clear reason for happiness! clever…
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Thanks Lyn!
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Yes, a lovely spider web you weaved here. Glad you feel restored.
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“weeping web”
Haunting imagery!
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Awesome!
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Thanks.
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Marvelous writing
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I also wanted to say I enjoyed my visit to your blog as well.
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In my own country, people say that spiders are a sign of good luck. Maybe that explains why you feel that way.
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Could be, but I wouldn’t want them chowing down on me. smiles…
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Great poem. I enjoyed this one very much. The spider and it’s web and the paralleles we can weave from it are endless.
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Nice feeling and you convey it quite well
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Reined poetic allusions here, Michael, and lovely ending.
By the end, we too feel the relief. Nicely done.
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I hope that’s a good thing! big grin…
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Warm and happy,trapped in a spider’s web where the spiders feed.Hmmm…..thought provoking. An intriguing piece indeed!
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Thanks for stopping by. You have to be careful with what your willing to give for happiness.
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Sometimes you have to give a little to get a little.
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Yes you do.
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