rarely do you stop
to observe the ants of your thoughts
you ask yourself,
where, the tiger?
where, the elephant?
and angrily, and uselessly you shout,
THIS DESERT!
but the ants of your thoughts,
here at your feet...
The Seventh battalion of the proud Pepper ants
Were carrying their triumph back home:
A myriad of morsels,
The chopped body of a slain caterpillar of love.
::: ::: :::
[Picture: Love, Wing, Too Late! by reading_is_dangerous]
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Le Caterpillar est un vaisseau du jeu de la vie, automate cellulaire.
ReplyDeleteC'est vrai, les communautés de fournis sont toujours actives, comme les cellules qui se renouvellent.
Ants sting like nerve ends
ReplyDeletethoughts strike like
Lightning Bolts...
Fog can result...for a moment
Ants begin again
knowing vulnerability of the
heart of the caterpillar,
love...
Perhaps the ant does not understand
challenges the unknown
Simplicity of love in the heart
of the caterpillar...
some win some lose
anyone know who won?
Ants as thoughts stinging nerves in the head
Dreams result
Poetry and Art of a New Era.
Luucy Stone
Fort Morgan Alabama
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the imagery is so strong
ReplyDeletemy eyes sting
It is all because of the mental image
of the proud Pepper ants
carrying their trophy
back home
or is it because
of the thought of the slain
caterpillar of love?
Proud pepper ants
ReplyDeleteIs the trophy worthwhile
thoughts with strong imagery
sweet caterpillar of love;
slain by unknown...
Ants stinging constantly
Within ones head...
What trophy can the
Ants really take home?
@luucy
ReplyDelete//What trophy can the
Ants really take home?//
the tale of their expedition?