LPiA-23 Nov. 18
#1
Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 18

Rules: Write a poem for LPiA on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a New Reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for the month of November. (or one, or six, or fifteen) Prompts may be revisited at any time. All members are welcome.

Topic : Write a poem inspired by an insect.  
Form : Any
Line requirements: 8 or more

Feel free to reply with comments or kudos as you wish. 

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#2
Briefly in Tune


It’s lovely commonplace that butterflies
ignite our sense of sight in just the way
bright flowers do, or rainbows in a spray
of sun-mixed mist strike magic in our eyes.

They goad our math-mad minds to analyze
how color-frequencies delight and play
like plangent harmonies or words we say
in deep accord before the feeling dies.
feedback award Non-practicing atheist
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#3
The Ant

In soil's embrace, a world unseen,
Tiny ant, a tireless routine.
Marching legs, a determined quest,
Nature's worker, a tiny guest.

Antennae feel the earth's soft hum,
A silent dance, a rhythm strum.
Mandibles gripping, strong and neat,
Building pathways beneath little feet.

In colonies bustling, a miniature town,
Ant architects in dirt—for crown!
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#4
Where the ant places his six legs
is ground zero.
This is because he has the head of Napoleon
and can fire cannonballs
out of his compound eyes.
His antennae are finely tuned to history.
His waterproof exoskeleton impressed even Tsar Alexander I.
His thorax contains
in addition to France:
Italy & Spain.
His mandibles grasp & carry
cut & bite, burn cities, stage duels
& are to be reckoned with.

This is my anatomy of the ant.
This is my ground zero.
This is my Napoleon.
KEEP OUT
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#5
I've spent a lot of time looking at pictures
Desensitizing myself to the webs
We can sit in proximity without killing
Mutual distaste, or taste, for insects.
The biggest spider I ever saw in person 
Bright yellow, making home between 
My garage and my car door.
Careful not to touch, to stir,
Reversing slowly until the string snaps
I felt bad, but the next day it was back.
Once again slowly reversing until their home
Disappears. And again a third day, but
This time attached to the ground beside the car.
I was proud, maybe we could be friends.
But when I came home, once again it was gone.
Was it killed, did it leave for better hunting
I think about it from time to time.
Just another thing.
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
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#6
Spiders aren't insects, smh xD
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#7
cockroach in a crevice of the wall behind me
worm in a pot of flowers
mosquito landing on my arm
moth circling candlelight

ant climbing up the face of the Mother of God
silverfish chewing on the Gospel
iridescent beetle on the Asterisk
fly on the Aër
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#8
There Will be Blood


bugger tried to tell us
cockroaches were clean as cats

his body language said, 
                                  "the landlord doesn't wanna pay 
                                   for me to just go ahead and spray"

so he leaves us with a few sticky traps
and some sticky bits of advice

assuring the landlord
he'd bought her some time

assuring the landlord
would ultimately find

a cockroach in a cupcake
come Christmas time
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