from the shades of grey blossom spectra of papaya and honey.
i watch as a winged ant is flicked off of a car door onto a cracked sidewalk by a laughing man. sorry i pointed it out i think that was the queen.
broken, writhing, waiting for that merciful footstep she lays on the warm spring concrete.
the cerulean canopy is streaked with aluminum poured from jets to blot out the sun and to poison us.
the continuum sifts canteloupe from soil and i indulge my greedy hands and somewhere and somewhen a zealous bomb drops on a crowded hospital. a gentle breeze as juice drips from my lips. temporality and grapes.
the synchronus gradient of a pomegranite at once imbued with spirit and godless. we extend into astral planes of watermelon and eternity. like an abstract painting no one knows what to make of we hang in limbo before our own strawberry and mango reflections, recognizing ourselves from time to time.
i oblige the pleading ant with a stomp and watch as it is eaten by its sisters.
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Wow indeed a fascinating piece...
I thought the story in its abstract form progressed well,
Its like if Fellini ever wrote a poem with Warhol.......
wild yet with the vision of the day to day.
This is very wild...
Excellent write my brother,
you comments are valued knowing
how well of a writer you are.
Liam
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jfd..will love this abstract poem....that last line
was brillant.....
It might help the reader enjoy your lovely
simile's if you add some touches of air...break
it up a little so we can enjoy each imagery you sculpt.
ears/Seattle
in reply to your author question;
we all can feel like ants in this vast world.....
one is getting celebrating marriage,
another being buried....
and our footprints do determine.....
many many things......
acts of kindness....or short-term greed.
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I am a word junkie, so for me this little gem was a delicious fix
this is diffferent and refreshing, a really good little piece, you have a real gift
bravo
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feels a little disconnected, but i think you meant it to be that way... end is again haunting. i thought it interesting that you chose for the ant to be eaten by sisters, rather than brothers, because we usually think of females as less cruel, and eating one of your own can seem cruel, and also because the majority of ants are males.
still, real neat
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ahh i must correct you on this.. all the workers in an ant colony are female. the only winged female is the queen, until she mates. all males have wings and only serve to reproduce. i used to read about ants when i was in 3rd grade for fun hehe. but yes, using 'sisters' does give a more sinister feel i believe. im sad about that ant because i think it was a queen, my friend flicked it, it was HUGE. i think it was on its mating flight. i guess this happens everywhere but im not sure, every year for a day or two ants will be flying everywhere, and those are usually all males but one out of hundreds, maybe even thousands, is a queen. i made the mistake of pointing it out to my friend... i was definitely being abstract on this one so disconnected is as good as anything! thank you so much for your comment my friend
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Oooohhh!
This appeals to my abstract side. You seem to be comparing mankind and our time here to various fruits and the ripening thereof? It has a very "Man vs Nature" quality, in an almost warning sort of way. Thank you for sharing!
Write On!
jIM
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the ripening, and any and every other symbol you can gain from fruits.
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