jillypoet: mom trying to write

Each day I wish I had invented waterproof sticky notes (for shower inspiration) or pen-friendly diapers to get down all my quirky thoughts that I am sure are relevant and publishable. And so God (actually another writer-mommy) sent me The Blog.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

NaPoWriMo #23 - Thank you muse, for sticking with me

Did You Know

If you pick up one tiny ant
from his home hole
and drop the little black innocent
into a neighboring hole
the guard ants will take him down?
The oldest boy
at the bus stop
lets loose this bit of harsh
animal truth, sure and swift,
an elementary hand dangling
insect justice like sugar on a string.
The younger boys lap it up,
swallow it whole,
dive to their knees
in search of a (victim) subject.

In the name of science and investigation
the ruthless backpack gang
trowels the driveway
spades the lawn
scurrying to prove their leader’s genius
before the bus comes.

This is power
in motion.
High on proofs and theories,
tiny giants
hunger for crucifixion.
Help us, help us.
Give us the ant.

Even the little sister denies
the mother three times.
No, mommy.
The ant will not
ask for a play date.
He can not live.
He can not live.
He can not live.
Let us show you.

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Blogger Talia said...

This theme keeps popping up in your poetry.

9:51 PM  
Blogger distracted by shiny objects said...

I've been slow on commenting the past few days. I' ve come back to read these last few poems a couple of times cause they kinda sneak in under your skin. Don't know quite why yet, but that may come later. Kudos to you and your muse:-)

9:04 PM  
Blogger pepektheassassin said...

There've been a rash of insect/animal poems this time. See January's ant poem, and my worm poem.

Take your muse out to lunch for a good job well done.

1:56 PM  

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