Saturday, June 6, 2015

June 6 -- Those Small Things in Nature


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  1. THE TEEMING MASSES

    Do you think they are here?
    Yes.
    How do you know?
    My friends were sick last week.

    Where do you think they are?
    On my clothes. In your cup.
    What are they doing?
    Just living. Like us.

    Do you think they are, really?
    They feed. They breed.
    Do they think or feel?
    They don’t rape or torture, if that’s what you mean.

    Do you think they are?
    Science claims that they exist..
    But not the Bible.
    “And God said to Noah, ‘I have determined to make an end to all flesh.’”

    Do they think you are?
    I am too large for them to comprehend.
    But they feed upon your skin.
    And yet they do not know me.



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  2. well, you did say "small"

    also added one to night poems.

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  3. fleas

    Dad built a
    workshop in
    the backyard

    half walls
    open to
    the world

    his tools
    were safe
    from intruders

    sawdust
    scattered
    on the floor

    filled with
    fleas, not safe
    from intruders

    Johnny, Dad,
    and I walked
    into the shop

    the fleas in
    the sawdust
    saw their chance

    attacking Johnny
    Dad and I
    aren’t sweet

    but Johnny
    isn’t safe from
    flea intruders

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    1. Yikes. Everyone writing really well about things that freak me out!!

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  4. I love that the fleas "saw their chance." There is no more entertaining form in English Literature than the anthropomorphism of fleas.

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  5. Masters of Conquest

    How the ant is known
    a worker
    A maid
    A soldier
    a killer

    How it lifts the
    other objects
    over its head
    As though to say
    Who can dare out do me?
    In this feat of absolute
    strength beyond the strong
    How the ant has this passion
    for show

    A great wanderer
    Who summons the others
    with undaunted skill
    as small as a speck
    yet fierce as a pack of wolves
    invades
    picnics and gardens
    unseen yet always there

    Giving their all to take back
    to the queen the treasures of battle
    The dominate power of the ant
    The least, yet the most
    glorified
    of creatures to admire in the
    contradiction of size and strength
    combined with the surprise of numbers who
    can cause terror to an elephant
    who cannot allow the ant
    to sting inside its trunk

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    1. That's great. You're looking at the ants as they would see themselves. Drama of real life!

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  6. Because we loved each other, and because
    we wanted to get out … “to be in nature” because
    it made us feel alive. It wasn’t something
    we thought about, really because ,well,
    just because.

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  7. The Potato Bug Incident

    I just wanted to go outside
    to gather with my friends and play
    to ride my bike down the steepest hills
    but there was a potato bug in the driveway

    I just wanted to go swimming
    to loiter outside the 5 & 10
    To sit and watch a matinee movie
    but there was a potato bug in the driveway

    I just wanted to get ice cream
    to visit my mom while she was at work
    to pick sour grass from the neighbors yard
    but there was a potato bug in the driveway

    I just wanted to do a lot of things that day
    to taste the sweet freedom of summer
    to stay out till long after the street lights came on
    but I couldn't that day...
    I was being held hostage...

    There was a potato bug in the driveway

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    1. Oh man that is a scary looking bug!

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    2. I love how the small things got bigger on each poem, until it got to potato bugs who are really big bugs.

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    3. I love how the small things got bigger on each poem, until it got to potato bugs who are really big bugs.

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    4. I love how the small things got bigger on each poem, until it got to potato bugs who are really big bugs.

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  8. Does this have to be about insects?

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  9. Silk Worms

    Black and white
    White and black
    I would search for their heads, their eyes.
    They were so cute to me

    Squiggling all around in their tank
    The light gleaming off their blank and black bodies
    They were so chubby
    So cute

    I wanted to pick one up
    And wrap it in a blanket and put a bonnet on it
    But i'd have to be careful cuz I couldnt find their little eyes...God, they were so cute.

    If I found a blanket that small,
    Would it make the silk worm too hot so it'd die?
    I better not so that I can watch them grow until i'm done with this grade...and look at them all day long cuz they're so CUTE!

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    1. You really dug the worms! I don't think I've ever seen one. Good poem.

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    2. Lol i know it was a weird fascination. They're interesting. Thanx.

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  10. We walk me and my dad
    Looking for pine cones
    To start the fire in the cabin —
    I don’t wear my glasses though
    They are new to me and sit strangely
    On my ears, so when I pick up the thing
    That is brown and mottled like a pine cone it
    Just feels wrong. Pine cones are brittle and dry
    This brown thing is wet and it’s cold so I
    Crouch down to investigate with my already
    Not very good eyes. A slug. I let go. Stand up.
    We walk to the stream and we skip tiny stones
    Forget about pine cones. But I personally never
    Forget the slime-wondrous feel of that being
    That I thought at first was a dead piece of plant.

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  11. We walk me and my dad
    Looking for pine cones
    To start the fire in the cabin —
    I don’t wear my glasses though
    They are new to me and sit strangely
    On my ears, so when I pick up the thing
    That is brown and mottled like a pine cone it
    Just feels wrong. Pine cones are brittle and dry
    This brown thing is wet and it’s cold so I
    Crouch down to investigate with my already
    Not very good eyes. A slug. I let go. Stand up.
    We walk to the stream and we skip tiny stones
    Forget about pine cones. But I personally never
    Forget the slime-wondrous feel of that being
    That I thought at first was a dead piece of plant.

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  12. I have been meaning to ask, what book are you reading from for these examples? Thanks.

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