"When we all think alike, then no one is thinking."
— Walter Lippman

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Journal Pages

 Zentangles with a poem by E.B. White.

The Spider's Web

The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.

And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.

Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider's web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.


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