clichealais
12-05-2004, 01:44 AM
Just rewrote a concept i had in my first attempt at poetry. I won't bother posting the link, but I'll tell you now that it wasn't very poetic, and it was bland.. more like a short story. I feel I can now better represent these ideas. And I'm also tired that since last weekend I haven't offered many critiques. I've just been lazy.. no excuse. (EDIT: I MESSED UP A FEW STANZAS, ACCIDENTLY HIGHLIGHTED AND MOVED, SO THERE WERE SOME RANDOM LINES)
Freedom and Control
Last night I watched as an ant scavenged over the remains of a stale sandwich.. I observed it as it struggled to carry the crumbs across the hardwood floor.
It’s antennae must have sent it some kind of message of my presence, yet it persisted to crawl.
I picked it up, and placed it between my finger and my thumb, I felt the tickle of it’s legs while it pressed against my skin, as I kept it immobile.
I squeezed a little tighter, and I could feel the crush of exoskeleton between my fingers.
I set it back to the hardwood, and I watched it struggle across the floor, yet this time, it bared no dried up crumb, it’s new intentions, were to flee,
The situation… I appeased it's broken falls and stumbles, but it was going no where.
I picked it up, placed it between my thumb and pointer, this time I couldn’t feel as many legs tickling my skin. I whispered, even though it couldn’t hear,
“I can set you free”, and I set it back to the floor, and watched as it fell stuck in one of the cracks,
drawn too wide. So I repeated, “I can set you free” and I picked it up and placed it back to the floor. And as it took it's first step, I raised my hand to
the air, and crushed it with the palm of my hand. I wiped away the carcass and whispered the words,
"Free at last."
Freedom and Control
Last night I watched as an ant scavenged over the remains of a stale sandwich.. I observed it as it struggled to carry the crumbs across the hardwood floor.
It’s antennae must have sent it some kind of message of my presence, yet it persisted to crawl.
I picked it up, and placed it between my finger and my thumb, I felt the tickle of it’s legs while it pressed against my skin, as I kept it immobile.
I squeezed a little tighter, and I could feel the crush of exoskeleton between my fingers.
I set it back to the hardwood, and I watched it struggle across the floor, yet this time, it bared no dried up crumb, it’s new intentions, were to flee,
The situation… I appeased it's broken falls and stumbles, but it was going no where.
I picked it up, placed it between my thumb and pointer, this time I couldn’t feel as many legs tickling my skin. I whispered, even though it couldn’t hear,
“I can set you free”, and I set it back to the floor, and watched as it fell stuck in one of the cracks,
drawn too wide. So I repeated, “I can set you free” and I picked it up and placed it back to the floor. And as it took it's first step, I raised my hand to
the air, and crushed it with the palm of my hand. I wiped away the carcass and whispered the words,
"Free at last."