Ants

Think of this, Young One

Of the smiling sun

Of the gentle moon

And the warm cocoon

Of this swirling world

On which we've been hurled

But possibly

Yes, maybe

Perhaps it is not

No, nothing but a pot

Perhaps a jar

Glued to the pavement with tar

Maybe the sun is

all but a looking glass

positioned just right

to reflect genuine light

Maybe the moon

Is all but a metal spoon

Held on the right angle

to make reflections tangle

These children, they watch

Our never ending search

For the sealed seams

That stop our dreams

Like ants we crawl

With our super-sized haul

desperate for a large enough space

to make our home, our place

So, Young One

Are we giants

Or are we ants?

What, young one

Relevance does the unknown

To ones who's skills cannot hone

To those who will never find

The answers that bind

Oh, my dear Young One,

tell me please

What relevance?

Reviews

[MOON]

Beautifully crafted write, asking the difficult questions. Lovely

[AleyshaRosa]

Indeed they are... Sigh
Thank you

[Tunder]

amazing :) not just the language, not just the language, but the entire thought behind it. wow.

[AleyshaRosa]

Thanks, Tunder
It was a chat my boyfriend and I were having one lazy night...

[RachelReaper]

When I read this poem, I just thought... Whoa. Blown away. This sounds like something a seriously famous poet would write with the amount of skill as one, too.
Maybe the moon

Is all but a metal spoon

Held on the right angle

to make reflections tangle
was my favorite stanza

[AleyshaRosa]

Thanks, Rachel.
Flattered =]

[Pax]

such profound and beautiful poem...
"So, Young One Are we giants Or are we ants?"
~ this questioning message struck me like how we view things of life. For i may say we are just like ants when we work together, i adore the ant's nature ways in handling thier work, they communicate and work orderly...that makes them so far more different from human...its because of our bad nature...we simple forget the orderly balance of nature...
a very fine work my friend..

[AleyshaRosa]

Thanks, Pax
Also, although ants are orderly and communicate well, what if we w e r e the ants and we were in fact being watched by "giants." Perhaps we are so unsure of the unknown that we've ceased to look any further. I mean, again, what relevance does the unknown have to use if we have to way of ever finding the answer?

[Pax]

:)
~ well i could say the unknown is already observing our ways... like how we observe or study the ways of the ants... they are there watching us beyond the universe... or should i say the great creator itself(guess i can categorize this being for its beyond our imagination could reach)... answers has ways of finding question...and questions has ways of finding answers...guessing the unknown put a big puzzle for us to solve and find the answers for ourselves....there is something much superior that i can fully grasp about the giants out there...

[Pax]

hope I'm not confusing you much with my perception my friend...

[AleyshaRosa]

Oh not at all. I quite enjoy your comments because of how much thought you put into them. Very puzzling and interesting (in a very good way) =]

[Poison Ivy]

such a poem of comfort really

[hogan]

This I like for the reason you deal with obvious thoughts and ideas that are so often passed by because we are all too busy dealing with our daily issues.

[AleyshaRosa]

so true... I was going to name the poem "Relevance" but "Ants" just seemed so much more... fitting and well... relevant.

[NathanBlackie]

I love this, such like... images saying asking something so simple yet profound.

[NathanBlackie]

I loved the thing about the sun and the moon, it got the point across wonderfully and had some great images.

[AleyshaRosa]

As I knew they would to you.
=]

[april-in-november]

Nice. Loved the visuals.

[AleyshaRosa]

Thank ya, thank ya