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The given words:
circle empty fear flesh ghost granite
howl names through veins weight
Circle of
friends milling around
Like ants around sugar grains
Empty of skills
or motivations
Standing on precipice of rocky terrain
Fear seen
through pale colored flesh
Ghost-like that
softens hard granite
Howls of
laughter of wild caress
Throwing names with
fervor of flight
That is how to survive through veins
Of weight ganging
on victims who are duds
Unfortunate to fall prey to their whims
Crooks not working hard but 'working smart'
For Brenda's hosting at Sunday Whirl Wordle #201
and Mary's at PU's Poetry Pantry #241
For Brenda's hosting at Sunday Whirl Wordle #201
and Mary's at PU's Poetry Pantry #241
Hank,
ReplyDeleteAn excellent piece of writing, which had me consider the life of gangs and those who simply 'hang around,' in expectation of causing, or finding trouble. A way of life, with sharp edges to their personas. City living in anywhere, with bystanders pale and scared to become involved...Reality..
Eileen
That last line is so telling and wise...great poem Hank
ReplyDeleteGangs have strength in numbers as they ready to pounce. Crooks work smart and they are set, sad but true
ReplyDeletetrue & wise lines...
ReplyDeleteThose swarming gangs or ants can be lethal ~
ReplyDeleteYou have way with words. We could learn a lot from ants, couldn't we? :D
ReplyDeleteThe poor dude who is the sugar...
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem Hank, very good to read
ReplyDeleteI like the unexpected imagery of ants around sugar grains, and the standing on the edge of a precipice.
ReplyDeleteGreat image of friends without skills being like ants.
ReplyDeletebut ants are hardworking...
ReplyDeletethe poem reminded of the latest news here in japan about a 13 yr old boy killed by a gang.. the boy was helpless like the sugar grain
Ants and gangs have a lot in common
ReplyDeleteas above, so below [on the ground]
ReplyDeleteALOHA from Honolulu
ComfortSpiral
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swear i thought i commented on this earlier hank...sorry...
ReplyDeletethere is strength in numbers...an art colony can be devastating when they work together...as can a gang of people...all in what their influence is though...to good or otherwise...
Great metaphors here Hank! I really like the perspective you drew with ants.
ReplyDelete- ksm
That last line is the thing nightmares are made of... Unintelligent lazy beings are tiresome and can take a few resources; smart ones that care not for a day of work can destroy everything in their path. Scary.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful analogy Hank.. A single ant can't do so much damage but a swarm of ants can move mountains.
ReplyDeleteMakes one shiver ... having seen how ants can devastate and area working together ... this makes one wonder about the power that moves a mass of beings ... whether ants or humans.
ReplyDeletewonderful work with the prompt words! great poem!
ReplyDeleteSurviving...That's fighting indeed!! Great job, Hank!
ReplyDeleteA story in a poem. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteAnts! It's about that time of year again! The one thing I dislike most about the summer months. The unsightly any mounds in the yard, frequent calls to the exterminator, the losing battle we face trying to keep them at bay and out of our kitchens and doorways.. Well done Hank! Once again! Excellent use of the words given. You've woven them together very nicely!
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