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The tiniest ant
moving
along
A trail of survivors.
I watch.
Watch them march
determined.
...
and I cry.
I, who could so easily
make them whither,
watch.
I watch in pain
as tiny creatures
find hope
determination
survival,
in a world
where I,
have not.
They stay strong
as I crumble
in my fragility.
moving
along
A trail of survivors.
I watch.
Watch them march
determined.
...
and I cry.
I, who could so easily
make them whither,
watch.
I watch in pain
as tiny creatures
find hope
determination
survival,
in a world
where I,
have not.
They stay strong
as I crumble
in my fragility.
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This poem was written a few months ago, but it is one I am immensely proud of.
At the time of writing, I was sitting outside Taciana's house, on the ground, sketching a flower (no idea where that sketch has gone), when all of a sudden, an ant comes crawling across my page. Which led to me thinking about what an ants life would be like, and how hard they have to work to survive.
At the time of writing, I was sitting outside Taciana's house, on the ground, sketching a flower (no idea where that sketch has gone), when all of a sudden, an ant comes crawling across my page. Which led to me thinking about what an ants life would be like, and how hard they have to work to survive.
© 2012 - 2024 ladijayne
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The arrangement of the words is reflective of a lone ant's movement. I thought that was a good touch to the piece.