Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on June 18, 2013
I do not know what the ant sees
Science thinks it can tell me
With its drab statistics
But I know the ants world is
As interesting as mine
A more earthy perspective
Bound by community and laws
Of civility hierarchy aristocracy
Each ant with its purpose to
Support the hill and the queen
Brief moments of solitude in
The search for sustenance
To be shared with each and all
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on June 15, 2013
At the edge of the room
Filled with well wishers
Filled with the indifferent
For reasons unexplained
She so carefully stood
Cautiously tall and still
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on June 11, 2013
An end of day walk at the edge
Of dusk. The woods lean into
The path, trees and wind confer,
A rustling language beyond me.
The dog trots along the path,
Uninterested in the language
Of leaves, nose to the earth.
The day, a mixture of weather,
Had not chosen a season,
Confused by memory, lost
In revery at the edge of
An ever darker pond.
Shadows on the path ahead
Lengthen, creatures from
Another world struggle to
Become part of this one.
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on June 9, 2013
The sigh flutters across the room,
I turn, I expect to see its author,
But I see no one there now, just
A small lamp, its tasseled
Shade glows, an almost sun set,
On a diminutive wooden table.
The amber light as if it were
In the corner of a painting,
Carefully hung in a distant past,
A wall of famed impressionists
With well deserved, significant words
From an authoritative audio guide.
But, no sign of the sigh’s flutter.
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on June 6, 2013
I so loved wanting
Nothing could be done
In dull daily pursuits
Yesterday stacked on
Today and so on and so
On in love with wanting
Nothing could be done
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