Little Tragedy

Little Tragedy

A Poem by Constance
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Actually based on true events... really. LOL. I'll write about anything.

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I awoke in the night with an urge and though sleepwalking, found

Littered all over my bathroom tile, a courageous little army

Tiny crimson ants scurrying about their scouting mission

Emerging from a tiny hole in the trim, yet not in order

They were everywhere at once, and to walk in

Meant stepping on a few before I saw them

Which I didn't feel guilty about...

 

I started in, smashig them all to keep them out of the house, most

Scrambled like lightning on thin little legs back toward the

Hole from whence the came, fearing for their lives

As most any living creature would have done

As I lowered the heavy shoe to crush life

Right out of them

 

Most all who weren't dead were back in the hole, but then I saw

One tiny ant, standing still, as though he were saying that

He didn't care if I killed him, but he wouldn't move

Stopping for a moment, I thought of how it is

A creature not as smart as we could decide

His fate so keenly

 

Was he giving his life for a lover or a child or his friend or was he

Simply too tired of giving up and marching on to safety?

I realized I didn't care, and he became a dead spot

For I rued the tragedy of more ants you know...

And then I remembered war,

Felt for his soul

A moment

And

 

Marched on

 

 

 


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© 2008 Constance


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Very creative! What is so funny is that many of us have had moments where at first we are driven by an impulse to rid ourselves of ants, mosquitoes, whatever the pest is. Then suddenly our minds get the best of us, and we are suddenly seeing things from another perspective. And who really knows what they think, these pests?

I like the words and meaning in the poem, but the visual really adds to it. The poem has interesting shape, and I think changing the font at the end was very clever too.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Congrats on your winning poem

Posted 15 Years Ago


Wow, wow, wow! This is totally awesome...the audio opening right with the poem page! You are my hero!

By the way, your poem is brilliant...your end, your connecting this experience to war, profound.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Sounds like they wer invading your space and therefore must die. Your creativity in this write is surpreme. I like that the one ant stood strong and your questioning why he was so defient. But what the hell you squashed him any way. Excellent write. Really got something out of it, one of those Hum.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very creative! What is so funny is that many of us have had moments where at first we are driven by an impulse to rid ourselves of ants, mosquitoes, whatever the pest is. Then suddenly our minds get the best of us, and we are suddenly seeing things from another perspective. And who really knows what they think, these pests?

I like the words and meaning in the poem, but the visual really adds to it. The poem has interesting shape, and I think changing the font at the end was very clever too.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Constance
Constance

A Small Town in, KS



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I write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..

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