Open Poetry #40 |
The Ant Caller |
arbpoet Junior Member
since 2006-11-22
Posts 38 |
Sitting on the kitchen sink. Where it ought not to be. Tufts all over, peering at the dripping faucet. The ants come pouring out of the drain. Crawling up to meet the ant caller. Crawling out behind the orange backboard. Crawling out from under the toaster. Scuttling under the microwave. The ant caller sits with blue, jiggling eyes. Only noticing the dripping faucet. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
smiling here I love this. I'm not sure I can identify each object, but I understand the methodology. It's darned near cultish. My applause. I much enjoyed. |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
Also much enjoyed, continue in this childlike vein...I don't often respond just to say things are great. |
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arbpoet Junior Member
since 2006-11-22
Posts 38 |
This poem is about a cat I once had. I caught her on the kitchen sink trying to drink out of the faucet. There were ants crawling out of the drain towards her. |
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