Teeming Life

Teeming Life

I poked the anthill with my finger, 

Brown little ruins of a brown little town, 

And then teeming life, armies of glittering black, 

Old wars won, old wars lost. 

Tiny marching feet, tiny dunes of dust,

And I thought teeming life came pouring out, 

Just to meet me. 

That I’d searched for mountains and found anthills instead, 

Teeming life in those eyes, life without me, 

Life lives while I wander my dizzying heights, 

Mountains bought for millions, bought just for me. 

The leached boughs hold flowers, drip like blood, 

The flowers, moments, chased by the wind, 

Teeming life in the air

Teeming life everywhere

For moments I’ll pay millions, so they’d belong just to me. 

I pay millions for mountains, and they are dead, 

Your glitter is alive for me, if only in my head,

The ants bit my toes, and they ran away, 

Why, I poked more anthills, just today. 

Reviews

[Azriel]

great piece, and very unusual references used. but i liked the message this poem has, also really loved the last stanza a lot.

[Nobody]

Old friend, You chose a simple topic and made it better but it lacks the soul which made your "Definition" good. Have colourful dreams.