Black, I’m sleek and clean,
I wear time on my back
as a burning hourglass.
Wrapped up in a poetic web
I’ve got my heart locked inside
a spider design.
Eight legs are plenty but
I’ve got many more enough
for eternity. Nevermore!
Up in the window I am thinking
weaving and winding,
waiting and grinding,
building my shrine
a place to ponder and unwind.
Black, I am collecting poetic formats
weaving a tapestry, sleek and clean
I am weaving the moments of struggle
strengthening my design.
Black, I am a mother of poetic
webs always weaving, sleek and
clean, waiting and winding
setting up my next design.
©️ 2023 By Amanda D Shelton
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