Beware the Poets

12 Nov

Beware the poets
they put all of their loves,
encapsulated in words,
in pithy boxes,
enshrined.
Little wolf-spiders
in sheeps’ clothing,
they hang out in corners,
unassuming spectators,
ready to trap you
in a moment
tangled, spun
into their invisible web.

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Kind of dashing the image of the romantic poet here, and poking a bit of fun at myself. I do feel a little guilty sometimes, because all is fair in poetry and writing. Found this ickily beautiful banana spider hanging on its web above a street parking pay station at Spanish River Beach in Boca Raton, FL.

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15 Responses to “Beware the Poets”

  1. johncoyote November 11, 2013 at 4:03 pm #

    You are right. Full time writers can get lost and lose the value of what love is. I like the poem. People with great talent can be difficult. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.

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  2. claudia November 12, 2013 at 12:35 pm #

    haha…. poets can be strange like this at times… i don’t mind being trapped in a good poem every once and a while you know…smiles

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    • lupitatucker November 12, 2013 at 12:38 pm #

      Yeah … haha .. it can be flattering to be tangled in their web too. My children have teased me though, they can tell when I am in one of those poetic moments, “Uh oh, she’s got that look in her eye- Mama’s got a poem in her head again!”

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  3. Timoteo November 12, 2013 at 3:34 pm #

    You have nailed it, and us…all’s fair in love and poetry.

    By the way–i got married in Boca Raton–Early Mistake Number One–it was on the beach, just the two of us and this real estate guy who had a license to perform weddings, when two scuba divers in full black wet suits, flippers, goggles and helmets–looking like they had just landed from Mars– wandered upon the scene and said how cool, and asked if they could be a part of it, so they became our witnesses.

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  4. Tony Maude November 12, 2013 at 3:44 pm #

    I love the premise of this – that people should beware of poets because they don’t know what we might write about them … smiles

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  5. annotating60 November 12, 2013 at 4:00 pm #

    Well I think a spouse of significant other could count themselves luicky to be involved with a poet especially when it comes to getting cards that aren’t Hallmark jargon filled sentiments. When I was married /I always kept a supply of Papyrus cards on hand to use when I’d written a poem to my wife and shrunk it down and put it inside. Too bad she didn’t much care for poetry or art for thatmatter. But she did like the Papyrus cards. >KB

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    • lupitatucker November 12, 2013 at 4:07 pm #

      Yes, I would think so too. Of course, I come from the poet’s side of things 🙂 My husband though likes to write poems also, so he appreciates the romantic ones.

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  6. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) November 12, 2013 at 4:16 pm #

    Ah poets can be really dangereous .. what can they encapsulate in those shiny boxes of words… ?

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    • lupitatucker November 12, 2013 at 6:39 pm #

      Yes very dangerous! They have a box in every size and shape and form 🙂

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  7. ayala November 12, 2013 at 5:43 pm #

    I get teased too..there goes another poem they say 🙂

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  8. brian miller November 12, 2013 at 6:17 pm #

    ha. yes and before you know it you will end up in one of their poems….and trapped….ha….yes you really must beware the poets…they have a way with words that will def pull you in…

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  9. Morgan November 12, 2013 at 8:34 pm #

    Marvelously spun 🙂 Loved it!

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