White spider in asphalt space Forever longing for the tree Shelter from unforgiving sun Escape from infinite tires There is consolation From the screeches When unobservant souls discover They stepped on a spider
Hmm, usually I pass the time while running trying to figure out what various stains and shadows are on the road ahead of me – the “What’s in a cloud” game for those who look down a lot ha. In this case you don’t even need to use any imagination, it’s right there in ..well, white. If it plays its hand right (as in last long enough) that tree just might come to it! Great poem.
I don’t believe they do. A “spiderpede” sounds more like a spider that made a mess than progeny from matrimony between an arachnid and an arthropod. Thanks, Cindy.
I do believe you’re right Tim. The are definitely different spineless legged creatures. I keep finding them all in my house.. happy with them out side for sure! 🙃 You’re so welcome!💖
Centipedes are beneficial. It’s good if you can put them back outside. I love spiders.
They really are and I’m happy he is. I love them all outside. How is yours doing in the cushion?
Thank goodness for good people like you who notice and pay them a tribute! Wonderfully too! 😉 I believe that spider is one step closer to the tree!
People paint things on the streets, sidewalks and parking spaces around town for who knows what reasons. This one might have been part of a game or competition put on by the museum. It’s a mystery spider. Thanks, Roberta.
There was lots of paintings of the street, sidewalks and buildings downtown, but there are none I’ve seen around the new office. I’m going with the sky and cloud paintings these days. Thanks, Dale.
Around my neck of the woods, an animal ran over and squashed is referred to as a sail-cat, sail-squirrel, sail-rabbit, etc.. I think because they’re so dry and flat, you can sail them through the air like a frisbee. Gross, I know…
That makes sense. I’m not sure we have a name for the totally flattened roadkill. It seems like only skunks get left on the roads long enough to become sails.
When I lived out in the country, sail animals were a common sight. Not so here in the city, just an occasional squirrel.
I’m smiling, Timothy. Thanks for the photo of the spider, the poem, and the beauty of the soul who painted the spider in this unusual place.
I knew this was going to be a trick post!
However, I convinced myself it was going to be a white Alfa Romeo Spider.
I suppose I came semi close. It is in a parking lot, and is in a parking space.
Street Art ….
Off Center & Not Even 
Like the verse and like the white spider too. Is that the only arachnid in the parking lot?
That was the only arachnid I saw. There could be more. Thanks, Maj & Sher.
What a great find! I wonder who painted that in the parking space?
It’s a mystery. It was at the balloon museum. Thanks, Lavinia.
The poem is a perfect fit, too.
Thanks.
Awesome poem, Tim. White spider longing for the tree is interesting. Do you know the context behind the spider?
Thanks, Jeff. I have know idea. I went to a memorial service at the balloon museum and noticed the spider on my way back to my car.
Hmm, usually I pass the time while running trying to figure out what various stains and shadows are on the road ahead of me – the “What’s in a cloud” game for those who look down a lot ha. In this case you don’t even need to use any imagination, it’s right there in ..well, white. If it plays its hand right (as in last long enough) that tree just might come to it! Great poem.
Good point on the tree coming to the spider. In our sun, the spider’s life will be limited. Thanks, Jeff.
Do you think white spiders and centipedes marry Tim? 🤣 That will be a hell of a price to pay if someone runs over him! 🤗
I don’t believe they do. A “spiderpede” sounds more like a spider that made a mess than progeny from matrimony between an arachnid and an arthropod. Thanks, Cindy.
I do believe you’re right Tim. The are definitely different spineless legged creatures. I keep finding them all in my house.. happy with them out side for sure! 🙃 You’re so welcome!💖
Centipedes are beneficial. It’s good if you can put them back outside. I love spiders.
They really are and I’m happy he is. I love them all outside. How is yours doing in the cushion?
Thank goodness for good people like you who notice and pay them a tribute! Wonderfully too! 😉 I believe that spider is one step closer to the tree!
It’s working on it. Thanks, Marina,
😉
Love the verse Timothy. I can tell you feel their pain.
It’s my inner spidy sense. Thanks, Shey.
It is anice post. Great words.
Spicy.
An entertaining poem, Timothy. I wonder what the spider is there for, is a warning of some kind?
People paint things on the streets, sidewalks and parking spaces around town for who knows what reasons. This one might have been part of a game or competition put on by the museum. It’s a mystery spider. Thanks, Roberta.
Love your poem to go with that lonely spider.
You’ll have to amble your way around… maybe you’ll find more inspiring paintings!
There was lots of paintings of the street, sidewalks and buildings downtown, but there are none I’ve seen around the new office. I’m going with the sky and cloud paintings these days. Thanks, Dale.
Ahh.. I see.
Well, methinks you are making a good choice 🙂
I thunk so meself.
‘Course you did!
I LOVE this post Tim. Really wonderful capture and words.
Thanks, Sylvia.
A beautiful post thank you so much
I love this poem and photo. Every line of the poem is wonderful
Thanks, JYP. I’m happy you liked them.
Wonderful poem…and a sail-spider to go with it. Who could ask for more?
(I suppose you’re familiar with the sail-cat analogy.)
Thanks, KT. I am not familiar with the sail-cat analogy.
Around my neck of the woods, an animal ran over and squashed is referred to as a sail-cat, sail-squirrel, sail-rabbit, etc.. I think because they’re so dry and flat, you can sail them through the air like a frisbee. Gross, I know…
That makes sense. I’m not sure we have a name for the totally flattened roadkill. It seems like only skunks get left on the roads long enough to become sails.
When I lived out in the country, sail animals were a common sight. Not so here in the city, just an occasional squirrel.
I’m smiling, Timothy. Thanks for the photo of the spider, the poem, and the beauty of the soul who painted the spider in this unusual place.
You are welcome, Jet. Thanks, for stopping by.
Great poem about the big white spider, reminds me of Afghan Camel Spiders. You probably wouldn’t write poetry about them . 🕷
Thanks, Holly. I did a post on a Camel Spider in 2014. Does that count? https://wp.me/p1yQyy-21z
Those are the ones. Love your poem’
Beautifully written ❤🌹
I knew this was going to be a trick post!
However, I convinced myself it was going to be a white Alfa Romeo Spider.
I suppose I came semi close. It is in a parking lot, and is in a parking space.
Street Art ….
You have a great imagination. It could be an Alpha spider. But more likely with a sir name of Romero out here. Thanks, Resa