The Taste of Spider Silk

The Taste of Spider Silk

A Poem by YouoweYoupay

You bring back a wonder..


The Taste of Spider Silk

 You bring back a wonder

Of the dishonesty in the veins of my arms

The delicate spider strings

That keep together sore

The blood. The flesh. And core.


You bring back a wonder

Of the salt you forgot to throw

Into your stew of water and wood shreds and stones


I have slept on the soft grounds of your doubt

On the edge of your wakefulness

I have slept to be able to breathe in reverse

A hundred thousand years

To a time when the sky was yet

The child of gentle grey

And ashen cream-white

Shades quite competent enough

Of putting to sleep

My hatefulness


But you seldom bring back a wonder

Your eyes which I have broken

With a deliberate scream


You often bring back a wonder

Of what my unclean, bare hands

Could possibly offer once you've perished

When I've kissed and drunk

All the kindness within me..

© 2014 YouoweYoupay

Advertise Here
Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register


This is beauty. Delicate, elegant the soft subtle
imagery I found such peace in your words.
This is Beautiful Poetry

Sheer Terror

Posted 9 Months Ago

I miss you too. Your poetry wonderful journey into story and good words.
"You often bring back a wonder
Of what my unclean, bare hands
Could possibly offer once you've perished
When I've kissed and drunk
All the kindness within me.."
The above lines could stand alone. I could write a epic tale from those thoughts. Thank you my friend for sharing the excellent poetry.

Posted 2 Years Ago

There's a lot of imgainanation in this piece which makes it amazing. :-))


Posted 3 Years Ago

formidable. I can't even articulate the way this one goes to my core. Those who would suck the life from us - oh this thing is a powerful write.

Posted 3 Years Ago

Hey there! Nice to meet you!

What I most appreciated about this poem is the imagery and symbolism. There are no petty details throughout this work, and each words stands a purpose. My favorite is in the last stanza "You often bring back a wonder/ Of what my unclean, bare hands" The reader not only has a good picture of what the literal hands in question look like, but also that they are sinful and have committed horrible deeds (hence the unclean), and that they are also on their own, as in they are not being dressed up with a higher or more holy purpose (the bareness described). I very much enjoyed this poem and I think you have a true talent with words.

Posted 3 Years Ago

I have slept on the soft grounds of your doubt
On the edge of your wakefulness.

Genuinely write, and hold the nerve. Great.

Posted 3 Years Ago

There's a lot of really great imagery in here. I love the lines. A very intriguing piece. Great job :)

Posted 3 Years Ago

This is an amazing poem. I like the imagery and wordplay, they make a story who's tune is both sweet and tragic.
Well done. ^^

Posted 3 Years Ago

Another lovely poem, Rain. I love how evocative the imagery is. It is definitely your strong suit. Two things though. One, did you mean to say "bare hands" instead of "bear hands"? Because there is a difference. Or was this poem written by a bear? Did I miss that completely you mistress of subtlety you? Two, I don't think spider silk tastes all that good :/
Perhaps you could rename the poem "The Taste of Apple Pie". That'll corner the pie lovers market you poets so crave. Anyways, I'm glad you could grace us with another poem. Please continue to do so as yours is the only poetry I review. Five stars! Two thumbs up!

Posted 3 Years Ago

I felt this poem is fixing to scream from the injustice and the broken promises the narrator was inflicted upon. A splendid poem...:)............

Posted 3 Years Ago

First Page first
Previous Page prev
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


11 Reviews
Shelved in 1 Library
Added on July 1, 2014
Last Updated on July 1, 2014
Tags: poem, art, love, hate, home, journey, travel, lost, found, story, poetry, wella, rain, youowe, youpay, facebook, birch, camera, happiness, smile, photograph, future, past, memories



Amman, ..., Jordan

"The Universe is made of stories, not of atoms." ~Muriel Rukeyser "There is no one more rebellious or attractive than a person lost in a book." “He allowed himself to be swayed by his con.. more..

Veil Veil

A Poem by YouoweYoupay

Souvenir Souvenir

A Story by YouoweYoupay

Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..