do spiders sleep

do spiders sleep by phil burns

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do spiders sleep

when I first saw Susie
busying herself
in a shaded protected corner
of a very small room
in my apartment
she was no bigger
legs included
than the nail
on my little finger

what do you eat
I wondered
as she was
clearly too petite
to tackle even a mosquito
but during those
days of confinement
when I saw her often
she must have found
some nourishment
because she grew
enough that I noticed

I call her Susie
not Steve
because in French
her mother tongue
I suppose
the word for spider
araignée
is feminine
and I don’t like to contradict
a centuries old
language and culture

I hope that
she will continue to grow
and will eliminate
at least some mosquitoes
during the warmer weather
now arriving

so we co-exist
quite peacefully
which is
I believe
as much as can be hoped for
between different species
in trying times

I ask her many things
although she rarely responds
and never in words
but she seems more accepting now
of my intrusions
less prone to disappearing
into her darkest corner
when I disturb
her privacy

so the question remains
unanswered
because I refuse
to use Google in this case
preferring to exercise
my imagination
and to ask her
gently but persistently
do spiders sleep?

 

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words you wrote

words and memories by anelephantcant

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words you wrote

I have photographs of you
and words that you wrote
and many many more
words that I wrote
to you
for you
about you
but most of all
I have memories
endless
wonderful
memories
strangely
only of the good times
and when I think
about you
still too often
I admit
I wonder
if you ever
look at photographs of me
or read words that you wrote
or the many many more
that I wrote for you
or
more importantly
if you still recall
the time we spent together
if you see again
my face
smiling for you
and if you remember
that once
long ago
you loved me

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life and a 3-legged dog

life and a 3-legged dog by anelephantcant

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life and a 3-legged dog

I
can tell
from his skin
grey and tired
his hair
long unwashed
his clothes
worn and grimy
that he has
no home

he walks
the quayside
probably seeking
a place to sleep
shelter
from the rain
wind driven
from the brown
turbulent
Mediterranean

his companion
clearly devoted
has
no rear right
leg

I
approach him
offer
some too small token
for food
his voice
is educated
articulate
but uninterested
I
long to ask
where
what
why
but do not
so
he stumbles
into the dusk
with
only a rucksack
containing his
life
and a 3-legged dog

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the answer

the answer by anelephantcant

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the answer (to everything)*

I always knew she’d wait for me
her feelings never hidden
I always knew she’d wait for me
until at last she didn’t

I thought she was the one for me
that we’d always be together
I thought I was the one for her
that our love would last forever

I was restless and impatient
I thought she’d understand
and that no matter what I did
our life would always go as planned

I thought that I could take some time
knew she would never meddle
that she loved me just the way I was
and would wait for me to settle

I wasn’t seeking other loves
just some time to call my own
I liked to drift off randomly
and spend that time alone

always knowing that she’d wait for me
never thinking that she wouldn’t
always knowing that she’d wait for me
until at last she couldn’t

Note: The full title is taken from an old Del Shannon song which once had significance to the poet:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sUu9kKvLNLs

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many sins

laughing games by anelephantcant

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many sins

I hear the teardrops in your eyes
please don’t cry because I’m gone
I’m sure you’ll find another love
but for me you were the one

I recall again the fun we had
the laughing games we played
and though I left with scarce a word
I truly wish I could have stayed

your patient love always amazed me
as you forgave my many sins
but my heart quickly understood
this is how the end begins

for deeds fly by so quickly
but thoughts can linger long
an action lasts a heartbeat
unlike an aching Cohen song

I remember my last words to you
stay safe my love be well
but neither of us knew back then
I was tumbling straight to hell

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silent voice

silence by anelephantcant

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silent voice

the view is very different since
my world turned upside down
when once I was the leading man
I am now the tear-stained clown

I think I can write the perfect script
but each time I find the wrong word
you read the scene and leave the stage
sad as a silent song bird

I never know quite what to say
though thoughts tumble from my tongue
the lines are etched around my eyes
but only last week I was young

my mind drifts off into the clouds
I cannot concentrate
I am aware for years to come
I will endure the longest wait

because my love I’ll wait for you
I do not have a choice
the only sound that I can hear
is the silence of your voice

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nothing is certain

through the glass by anelephantcant

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nothing is certain

what do you see when you look through the glass
asks the patiently urgent schoolmaster
trees and the sky and the clouds floating by
but one boy has a different answer

birds to be caught and moose to be shot
all manner of beasts to be hunted
that can’t be right they are out of our sight
he shrugs as his money is counted

time to open the books and get learning instead
this hobby is getting expensive
it costs five dollars a head to make something dead
the studying must now be intensive

why do you ask questions that have no answer
why do you answer me then with another
the children beseech him to continue teaching
but he climbs upwards to where he must suffer

so parents are called and stories are told
it seems that nobody is happy to lose him
but he is high in the hills forgetting their ills
and his mind is still wreathed in confusion

will they see him again will he ever return
yes of course is the official assertion
but as he wanders through life avoiding all strife
the only sure thing is nothing is certain

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