Each month, write a new collection.
Patty (Blue Scout)they found her bonesin Death Valleyhow cansome small shardsin the deserthow willthey knowit is herinside her sistersthe small keyDNA or mitochondriatell the taleof a rather normal lifelost to lies
The ending captures the innocence
Yeah it does. Powerful poem!
This is at least the fourth poem I've written of someone I went to high school with on La Verne.
Small ThingsI have to say this walk is niceTo get out into the outdoorsand enjoy natureMy childhood of fascination with the small creatures of the worldreminds me of an ant farm I use to haveand looking through the glass window of the underground tunnelswas really intriguingHow can an antknow how to build such an elaborate system of tunnels?My walk was making me thinkof what was appropriate behavior andwhy I could not just act like a child againtwirling and jumping unable to stand stilland the fascination with the ant farmI said, "look", as I got down on my hands and knees, 'see these ants?" The red oneswere carrying the larvae of the other colonyback to there own ant hill"you got to look close"So she got down on all foursand saw the takeover"Amazing" I would not everhave known.This is just on the surfaceThe ants have a tunnel systemdown below the groundThey have captured the larvae for their food and queen"How do you know all this?"I just remember when I was smallI studied ants and was interestedin themThen she said, "What happens whenit rains?" I said, "good question"
I love the multiple meanings you've give to "the little things" Great!
Nice. Ants are so fascinating.
The Black Widow of XanaduI stand before herShe-In her silken fortressMe-BelowI think about the songThe movieIts my favoriteI start to sing to herMy voice EchoesShe-Is silentSitting in her webAs I performLike the muses on roller skatesI singShe eats a bug
Great poem. I love the ending here!