Your magnificent weaving.

Art for all to see.

Looks are always so deceiving.

But beauty is your key.

When the dew in the morning

kisses you tenderly,

my sleepy eyes begin tearing.

Breezes pass softly.

o’er the tendrils shimmering.

Delight in the sparkly.

I find myself humbly kneeling

in awe of your ability.


© Carol Campbell








Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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13 thoughts on “Masterpiece”

  1. Beautiful, Carol. Have you ever just stared at the intricate patterns and the perfection these spiders weave as their webs? I am astonished by what they do. How do they know how to do this? Just incredible post!!! Thank you!! ❤

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