games involving firewood
result in splinters
..
the ants go marching one by one
hurrah hurrah
THE ANTS GO MARCHING ONE BY ONE….
..
floored by lino and valium her apron is stuck between her legs
crumpled and damp
tense air on slack cheeks
he is gone and he is still here slapping her rightness in the face
those were some hairy hands
..
she remembered when they glimmered light with certainty
rubbing off in subtle patterns
delicious and secretive
telling stories of church bells and worn stone, folding like sugar creme
turning up the heat.
..
the bells
they
wind this city down, clip the folders shut, bring adventure to a close
..
a directive not a soothing
a belt not a swing
a confine not a win
..
and we are laughing on clouds with our feet dangling in a robust swamp brimming with colour and life.
Silver Poetry 
Lovely and powerful, as is almost always the case. 😎
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thankyou 🙂
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A most powerful and engaging poem and drawing…my mind is in overdrive on this one…WOW!
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Thanks… it took me a while to actually see where I was heading but I got it in the end 🙂
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I did not expect that. Different from your other stuff. More raw. More painful. Darker. Didn’t expect it. Glad I got to read it though.
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I didn’t expect it either, I really was surprised 🙂 my sister in law is going through marriage trauma so maybe all that hype and buzz is seeping in to my normally impenetrable transcendental bubble
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“normally impenetrable transcendental bubble”
That is probably the most bang-on title for a blogger I have ever heard. That’s you.
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haha! Hope I can think of a way to use it one day
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Beautiful and troubling–very complex.
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Yes, it is troubling i agree
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