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weirdelf
weirdelf
Jan 03, 2018 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

‘Pidey

A tiny weenie little ‘pidey
building her web
right across my screen.

Poor little thing
though you’re welcome to stay
are you sure
you're meant to live this way?

I hope and pray
exposure to the gamma rays
and other nasty effusions
from my screen
don’t cause confusions
in your genes

Will I wake one dreadful dawn
and mourn
my hospitality
finding you grown
into a huge mutant,
of great ferocity?

Will I wake at all?
After this kindly act?
If not,
at least my karma is intact.

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Sydney, Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: The Romantics, The Mersey Sound, The Beats and, of course, The Bard

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scribbler

7 years 6 months ago

Ah

Poetry compared to a spider. I like it as poetry Can become a different thing than what it began.....stan PS for me, instead of a spider it would be a stink bug whose stench eventually gets me lol

Marvel Godwyn

Marvel Godwyn

7 years 6 months ago

All creatures are ingrates by

All creatures are ingrates by nature, though with few being different.Just hope this Pidey is amongst the few different ones so that you won't have reasons to mourn your hospitality.A very creative one ,Jess, and thanks for sharing.

weirdelf

weirdelf

7 years 5 months ago

thanks, Chiori,

I do enjoy mixing it up, from nonsense through silliness to deadly serious. It is most difficult to be serious in a whimsical way. This is not one of them.

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raj

7 years 5 months ago

great imagination in crafting

great imagination in crafting this poem a fusion of realism and technology bordering science fiction...a real time example of how good poets need just a simple fact of life stimulate their poetic instincts...a learning experience for an amatur like me..

regards..