Monday, June 6, 2011

Cobweb




Cobweb


I am the cobweb
made of dust and air
no spider built me
only phantom chance, langourous
indolence, neglect, averted eye
let me collect here in this unregarded shaft
draping the wall with my
restless lace
that stirs in every draft.

No traps here,
not the arachnid’s viscous seine
engineered across the appropriate frame
catching stray bits of buzzing
memory and event,
draining them dry, binding them dead.
Just the droop and hang
of old debris,
clasping itself for company,

an unconscious instrument, slowly
 fading random wing to wind
making a tattered pattern
lighter than silk, greyer than age
that all words, feeling, thoughts, time
find free passage through;
a driftdance of languid motes
on each sunlit breath
drawn by the living day.

June 2011


Posted for  Form Monday  at the inimitable OneStopPoetry

OneStopPoetry is featuring a month of articles on free verse in June, the first of which I have the honor of guest hosting today.
Thanks to Gay Cannon and all the OneStop Team.






34 comments:

  1. I loved this poem! I have seen this phenomenon in my own house many times but never comsidered it poetic!

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  2. "restless lace..." becomes a beatiful thread through the poem! This cobweb persona is fascinating!

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  3. nice. old debris clasping itself for company....think i'd rather be the trap, at least then i could get a free lunch..and thanks for the article at one shot...i am more a free verse kinda guy

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  4. For languid motes, you sure do organize yourself beautifully in your word play and work. It's beautiful to imagine the poet as casual and unintentional lace, with random implements caught in her spell, to be used deftly and insightfully in every line.

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  5. Loved your article at Onestop today...and needless to say, loved the write as well! While this may appear to be free form, I dare say, the author had a well laid out route! A wonderful flow and lyrical write that keeps us under your spell to the end. Way to weave those words! (No pun intended!) Hoping to add my own...should life grant me a moments reprieve to write!! :)

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  6. Thank you Joy for the article and the wonderful example of Free Form in Cobweb.
    Loved,
    "a driftdance of languid motes
    on each sunlit breath
    drawn by the living day."
    Awesome language and imagery in your poem.

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  7. beautiful ....cobwebs are always so fascinating intricate and delicate ..each one a mini miracle ..thanks for hosting and sharing

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  8. Liked your article on One stop poetry and this one's so captivating that looking at a cobweb, you really start wondering. A restless lace indeed.
    I admire you so much. Thanks !

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  9. Wonderful flow & imagery...'an unconscious instrument, slowly fading random wing to wind' ...brilliant. Loved your article over at Onestop...Thank you :)

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  10. "stray bits of buzzing", "just the droop and hang of old debris". Wowzers, Hedgewitch, you are deep!!!!

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  11. Such a lovely poem. All the senses are awaken...

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  12. Thanks all for coming by and reading, for the kind words, and for sharing your poems with One Stop today. Much appreciated.

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  13. It's such a beautiful tale of a cobweb. I admire how you caught the delicate yet evident movement, which you called driftdance.

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  14. Dunno what happened to my earlier comment ... I love about this poem is that it does what it is, making its way from There to In Here back Out again, sweeping aside these ghostly remainders of "memory and event" and what we weave of it. A cumulative detritus that becomes a cluttered passage, but also has the signature of haunting, old scenes revisited again again. A bouquet of this sticky, ashen, forlorn stuff. - Brendan

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  15. Thanks for making the effort twice, brendan--your words always are a much-anticipated thing for me--I don't know why blogger likes to eat them so often, unless perhaps they are nourishing the machine as well as my poetic stomach.

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  16. Just exceptional writing - as delicate as the subject it portrays and with so much more than surface meaning:

    Just the droop and hang
    of old debris,
    clasping itself for company... I love these words and the final stanza is superb in conclusion.

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  17. I didn't know what was wrong with me today until I read your poem --- I am a cobweb. I think this rivals Oxygen Vine as my favorite.

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  18. This is lovely-- always and ever struck by your elegance, the care you take with each and every word-- although that's what we are to do, we poets. I was confused by your comment-- it didn't seem to fit with the poem-- no word "ringing" in the poem. ? Stop by when you can-- I've also posted a new poem here-- http://atuplacer.blogspot.com xj

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  19. All I can say is not my words, "Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive!" Sir Walter Scott

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  20. I've often thought how those strings of web like things form, apparently their a culmination of dead skin cells and particulates from the ever moving air around us. I liked the ethereal feeling to this piece Joy, very grounded. Thanks for sharing

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  21. Really enjoyed this write - the final stanza in particular captures the mind. Excellent write ~ Rose

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  22. I loved this!! Words beautifully selected to talk about something often over looked, until sponge in hand, there it is! Now I will be sad to see it go....

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  23. A cobweb built of phantom chance...that is wonderful...I can feel the warmth coming through this window and the thoughts being held captive by you web....lovely...bkm

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  24. This is beautifully crafted, as delicate and airy as the cobwebs it references. I really enjoyed this one.

    Today's article at One Stop is outstanding. It left me with one lingering question, though . . .

    If free verse is playing tennis without a net, does that make form playing without balls?

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  25. @MZ Always with the cracking wise. I'll have to ponder that one, since my brain is officially on strike atm.:P

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  26. beautiful aesthetic order in the chaos of the asymmetry and jagged stanzas. Enjoyed your article, Joy, thanks for sharing that knowledge.

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  27. The last stanza, hedgewitch, just wraps up the poem so beautifully. Just a gorgeous piece of writing.

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  28. You spin a wonderful trap of words yourself Hedgewich.




    (Get him a dehydrater, life is way too short to eat store bought dried fruit and Jerky)

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  29. As ever the poet looks and sees for us how extra ordinary the world is

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  30. "clasping itself for company"

    Oh, man. Only you could make a cobweb so intriguing.

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  31. Enjoyed how you started the weave of this one. Your free form talents are immense; it was wonderful to read your insight on OSP ~

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  32. Thanks so much for exciting people to go free

    Love the driftdance my mind went into a spin

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg