I don’t know much about spiders, but orb spiders are out and about doing their thing and making amazing intricate webs. I took the first picture from my front courtyard. The web was huge and glimmering in the sunlight. I couldn’t really capture it with a phone camera. If you look closely, you can see the big black spider in the center.
On my Instagram feed I saw Paul Hankin’s photo of a similar style web. His caption read, “What might you create in your own little corner?”
In my classroom, we are answering “This or That” questions for attendance these days. So I put these images side by side and ask you this or that? Are you the type to hide your masterpiece in a corner, under and away from others who may harm it or misunderstand? Or do you place your art where everyone can see it, if only they stop long enough to notice?
Create a small poem around your thoughts today. Share it in the comments. Return, if you can, to leave encouraging comments to other writers.
Weaving in my own corner
Margaret Simon, draft
Ever-winding path
Behold a work in progress
Reflections on the Teche 
Fun response Margaret, your turning end line made me smile! Love this as a prompt for your students too!
orb weavers inspire
creative contemplation
and creations…
Michelle Kogan
draft
Thanks for the beautiful acrostic, Margaret. Spider webs are mesmerizing. I was inspired to write a cinquain:
my thoughts
hide in the words
I spin like a spider
creating curiosity
poet
I love this form for a short poem. “My thoughts hide in the words” reminds me that when we write a poem, we are writing from a deeper place in ourselves.
Rose, I like those thoughts hidden among the words too, and “creating curiosity” — lovely!
Creating
beyond expectations
extending to the endless edges
delicate, sometimes undiscovered,
but satisfied and serene
Lovely! “extending to the endless edges” gives me a sense of how big a web can be.
I like how your poem opens up with e-sounds and closes with the soft sound of satisfied and serene.
Very nice alliteration, Denise! “delicate, undiscovered” I like especially.
I feel like this is a poem that goes with the cento box you made for me! Your creation went edge to edge, was beyond expectation (!!), delicate, made just for one person (relatively undiscovered). I hope it left you satisfied and serene — it does that for me every time I look at it!
Ah, how precious. I hadn’t thought of that, but I see it. And I did feel satisfied and serene.
Margaret, your message for us about if we are the type to hide our masterpiece or to place it where everyone can see it, if they notice, is beautifully illustration in your acrostic. I love “behold a work in progress” and “weaving in my own corner” Your poem inspired mine today.
Hey all… your words have sent me in so many directions, I struggle to know where to land… I love Margaret’s question… Rose’s cinquain (a form I had forgotten) and Denise’s “delicate & undiscovered”… So… here’s mine…
Around a corner
You snare my face
Such sticky lace
A maze in place
Around a corner
I like beginning and ending with the same line, Karen. And all those long a words sound just right!
Love “a maze in place”. Creates such great imagery!
Agree, and makes us rethink “amaze” and “a maze” in place!
Oh, Karen, I love the rhyme and repetition of the first and last lines. Wonderful poem. “sticky lace” is a great image that describes a spider’s web. Actually all three of those rhymes are perfect!
“sticky lace” is PERFECT!!
interdependent web of
bricks branches
fronds sunspots
lichen leaves
who sees
who weaves in the center?
Thanks as always, Margaret, for your keen eye, and to Paul also!
“Interdependent web” –> big theme! “who sees/who weaves” –>big question!
Web of Silence
The silence of the world
remains firmly anchored by
starshine
deer gaze
skunk stealth
caterpillar footfall
flowers opening
The silence of the world
is tightly woven with
cricket chrr
bird song
leaf rustle
rain hush
goose honk
The silence of the world
cannot withstand
freeway roar
siren wail
trash truck clang
refrigerator hum
clock tick
The silence of the world
hangs in shreds
frayed
tattered
worn
ignored
forgotten
Wow! So full of amazing word choice, imagery, and emotion. I feel tattered and worn, yet drawn to the silences for solace and strength.
Sorry I was late posting, but your prompt has still helped my writing routine to limp back to life!