Ant

I have no difficulty
With how you sound to me.
Do you want me to sing
Of ants being astride other
Sides of streets
Denting dainty drums?

It is such a bore
You do not get
My semophores.
Even parsimoniously.

But then I'm singing
Into the wildness of breezes-
So contrary words are
Thrown windward apparantly
Haphazardly and tuneless.

You may think I sound bad-
Perhaps you might take flight.
I'm talking to you ant...
And another who is allegedly bigger.
There is the difficulty.

















Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-06-28 at 00:52

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countryfog
Visiting your world is like falling down the rabbit hole. I mean that as a compliment of course. You have a perspective for which I have no word, except perhaps 'other-worldly'.
2011-06-28