A million words linger
on the lips of a million poets
struggling to find the essence of 11 letters.
Fornication.
Shall we talk of love, emotion, desire, need, lust.
In a quiet corner of a dark forest two tiny beetles meet in single purpose.
No flowery words, no need of description, no need of poetic devices.
In a quiet corner of the forest two tiny beetles fornicate
and crawl away contented.
Oh to be a beetle.
Author notes
Prompt - Fornication.
A contest entry
- Semi-Quickie.... by Angelflower.
700 points, ended January 6, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow, this was really good. Who would have ever thought to write about a fornicating beetle
lol. you really did a wonderful job! thank you very much for sharing! best of luck in the contest!
Angel
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Fronicatio...what a difficult prompt because you never know where o draw the line...
Ths was very well done..
Simon
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Beautiful! Is the only word that comes to mind. This is definitely a winner and I wish you much luck in the contest. God Bless, Jo-Ann
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I'm judging, you're gold. You capture the finite and enormity of the word by defining it. I meant something else, but that's all the powder I got! Loved it.
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Aww very clever this is and very true! Burt the 'flowery words' can be nice too
Best wishes with this creative slant on the prompt.
Gaylene
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