Spun (Fibonacci)
Spun (Fibonacci)
when
a
spider
spins it threads
a spoked wheel that traps
even the dew (though not its point)
while
the
wheel I
spin traps me
only, as I speak
rather than do, then lose my thread
I
doubt
if six
more legs would
add it up–some are
just born with a centered center
and
some
are not–
still, when eyes
are caught in those dew-
spokes, oh spider, how we spin–
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This is a draft “Fib” or Fibonacci poem posted for a prompt on With Real Toads by the ever-magic-weaving Hedgewitch, Joy Anne Jones, who blogs at Verse Escape. She explains the form better than me–it follows the numerical Fibonacci sequence. The photos above were taken a few days ago by me, on a morning in which all the spiders in the nearby area seemed to have convened. Photos just do not do the webs justice. (Nonetheless, all rights are reserved. Also note that the pics were uploaded from an iPhone on the WordPress App and may not show up in toto. If the web is missing and you want to see it, just click on the pic.)
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ManicDDaily 
August 24, 2013 at 7:43 pm
She loves me she loves me not, count the petals on the wildwood sunflowers or the leaves and branches, numbers of different legs although in a fixed rhythm I could play three or four guitars or dance with a lover in falling flight like the eagles as we cuddle into each others safe and perfect web…pluck the dew…
August 24, 2013 at 7:45 pm
The poem is quite a web itself, with strands that seem to weave in multiple directions (I suppose that’s the nature of webs…duh) I especially like the dew/point, the middle observation, and the lilt of the finish. The photos are just amazing, too. I was out trying to catch grasshoppers for our orb spider earlier–she is so beautiful and talented, but her web has been empty for the last two days and I’m getting worried that the local food supply has sussed her out. Thanks so much for joining us at The Garden, K.
August 24, 2013 at 8:44 pm
ha. i like…i doubt i could spin art as well as a spider…love to see them in the morning when the dew is on them and they twinkle for sure….
August 24, 2013 at 11:35 pm
Magic in these lines! YOU weave a gorgeous poem~ I love the observations and how you tangled us in this delicate thoughts!
Bravo
August 25, 2013 at 5:12 am
You caught the spider webs perfectly in verse. Autumn is the time we see many gossamer threads glittering in early morning sun.
August 25, 2013 at 5:59 am
The spider deftly spins a web for others, but we can only web ourselves. A clever round of poetic thoughts.
August 25, 2013 at 8:30 am
some are
just born with a centered center
and
some
are not–
This is so beautifully wrought, Karin. I love the sense of breathing out and in as I read your lines.
August 25, 2013 at 8:42 am
Thanks much, Kerry. k.
August 25, 2013 at 9:53 am
nice! spun with meaning.
August 25, 2013 at 11:05 am
Thanks, Marian — yours are so clever! I especially like the re-wound song. k.
August 25, 2013 at 10:33 am
Wonderful pictures K – it’s always hard to photocapture spider webs and they’re so beautiful shimmering in the sun. Your poem shimmers too. You take the metaphor in and change it into something sparkling and special.
August 25, 2013 at 11:03 am
Thanks so much, Gay. k.
August 25, 2013 at 12:22 pm
And you have spun wonderful fibs here, k. The third verse made me laugh, so it has to be my favorite.
K
August 25, 2013 at 6:01 pm
then lose my thread, some are just born with a centered center, oh spider, how we spin… what a wonderful picture you weave here.
August 25, 2013 at 8:31 pm
Ah, the web! real spiders’ webs are efficient as well as exquisite. Your photos pulled me into the first stanza and right through your comparison–I didn’t expect to be moved to laughter by tale’s end! Caught me!
August 25, 2013 at 8:37 pm
Ha. Thanks, Susan. K.
August 25, 2013 at 11:57 pm
some are
just born with a centered center
and
some
are not–
So true….love the humor to end this webbed piece
August 27, 2013 at 1:59 am
So true K! My favorite is the second and your close. Wow.
August 27, 2013 at 4:19 pm
That is super awesome work with structure. and with words. and with a camera.
with everything really.
October 22, 2013 at 11:58 am
Love this Fib! Well done!