Thanks to Thanks to Leo at Figments of Imagination for this week's prompt, elusive. Please visit all the fine poets at One Single Impression.
the softest footprint
disturbs the ants busy
laying down new scents
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- gabrielle
- I live in South Minneapolis with Chris, Emma and Sauvi. We make good trouble together. I am committed to living in such a way as to engender peace and social justice, ecology and sustainability, and cultural, spiritual and artistic expression and exchange. I am interested in dialogue about the core of the human experience.
14 comments:
What a creative poem and very vivid in such few words.
That's very nice, Gabrielle. My dogs do that and get bitten big time. Sometimes I do also.
I hardly ever think of the ants. Perhaps now I will think of your poem.
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Nice
Aloha, Friend!
Comfort Spiral
beautiful ..
I have fallen prey to this more times than I care to think about. Very good poem.
True enough to be true. Good haiku love the complete form.
every breath we breath has its effect, lovely and thought provoking. Thank you for your comment, it reads like a poem~
If only as a child my footprints near the anthill would have been soft, as I stalked them with my stick, in order to stir things up! But how true, even soft things can interrupt us when we least expect it.
very nice...!
The elusive ants doing what they do best...nicely done~
fantastic use of words..
great job as always
Those ants must be sensitive to so much. And they know how to succeed.
I wonder...what the footprint of an ant looks like???
Ack! Brings back bad memories of our infestation in Providence! But beautiful imagery nonetheless. A disturbed anthill always strikes a sad cord with me.
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