ants marchingby ~prufockfine lines dug in the dirt, intricate maps, mazes tunneled through the earth. these small creatures run like blood through veins, their caverns. march in rank through city streets to dig, or fight, or hunt. earth appears to ripple, ants clawing through dirt to bring food to the queen. one is crushed beneath a child's thumb, is never mourned, is never missed. |
| Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse | ©2002-2012 ~prufock |
SnowGirl SnowGirlSnowGirl by ~prufock
i have shaped your head,
arms, breasts, patted you,
turned you between my palms,
rolled you in the snow,
and assembled you
piece by piece. you stand
a monument to curves,
hips, shoulders, mop-top
hairdo, molded nose,
eyes dark as coal.
you grin at me,
i smile back.
a touch of whimsy,
your candy nipples,
ju-jubes, red and green.
you my Eve,
and i am Adam, and i'm a god,
and i would love to touch you,
hold you, lay you down and love you,
but the heat of our passion
would melt you.
Floating on Moonlight Floating on MoonlightFloating on Moonlight by ~prufock
she padded softly to the window,
the flesh on her feet
barely touching down
on the cold hardwood floor.
she seemed a ghost
floating on the moonlight.
she pushed up the pane,
the cold winter wind
cut through the house, her flesh,
through the skin-thin nightgown,
straight to the bone.
a hundred knives of chill
stabbing her lungs.
she teetered on the edge
just for a moment,
then she took flight.
an angel she was, the soft
pale pallor of the moon's gentle
glow around her like a veil,
until she was snatched from the air,
gravity dragging her down, to her
cold hard grave.
a ghost, floating on moonlight.
Frozen FrozenFrozen by ~prufock
i could skate on you,
cut your slick face into slivers,
scar you,
mark you as my own,
until the sun shines
and you swallow me.
SeaScape SeaScapeSeaScape by ~prufock
white waves crashing,
smashing on cliff-face,
splitting on dead-grey razor-rocks below.
knives through violent silk.
silhouette against bleak sky,
watching the deadly dance below.
sitting silently through the ballet
as moon after moon drops
beyond an island's girth,
chewed swallowed eaten
by the rolling waves.
a long drop
to deadly pointed rocks.
ants marching fine lines dug in the dirt,ants marching by ~prufock
intricate maps, mazes
tunneled through the earth.
these small creatures run like blood
through veins, their caverns.
march in rank through city streets
to dig, or fight, or hunt.
earth appears to ripple,
ants clawing through dirt
to bring food to the queen.
one is crushed beneath a child's thumb,
is never mourned,
is never missed.
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only thing i'd change is i'd remove the word maps to improve the flow of those two sentences. but it's fine with maps stuck in there as well
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