Tuesday, September 13, 2011

sensory overload

the ant on the ceiling
makes spirals as i lie awake
the ant is never still, never still

the pillbugs under the leaves
at the bottom of the garden are always
digging their pale pale feet never still, never still

the bees in the cabbage roses
throb in throb out of the fleshy petals
their tiny bodies blurring never still, never still

the wasps in the ivy
needle waists and bulbous rear ends
and dagger wings that buzz black never still, never still

and the beetles in the walls
keep beating like a heart
a heart that will never still, never still


2 comments:

  1. Loved the imagery. I could picture everything you described!

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  2. your words paint such vivid imagery here.

    enjoyed it.

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