It’s ModPo season again! Here’s my own latest ‘inspired’ poem…
Alone and inconvenienced
by spider why incline
an open invitation there
all other thoughts aside.
I should have been more cau–tiou–s
–and not looked him in the eye
for there he took his liberty
and over-ran my mind.
I wish I had a little book
to browse behind this screen,
to distract among its’ pages
– oui – then adrift more narrowly.
Now time is of the essence
though the spider’s in no rush
– attending to this workmanship –
we need a little hush.
The hands of time are crossed again
the thresh-hold is traversed
there is no stamp of un approval
yet the spider’s un perturbed.
Non! Sense has its’ own reason
does us no good wondering why
we cannot find all answers here
– quite – oft yet spider pries.
I wonder what he’s thinking
he looks as though he reads my mind
I wish he’d be skadaddling
For this territory is mine!
©©2018
Should you wish to hear how dreadful I sound reading my latest poem…
