Every Step You Take....*** Options

[Luce]

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Every Step You Take....

YOU inspire me to scale blades of tall grass,
climb hills with two leaves on my back.

I pick choice flowers with a citrus scent
to lay on your three pairs of feet.

The black glow of your cone shaped head
is perfect mathematics and in its own class.

Dreaming of watching the horizon with you,
our antenna’s entwined in a fiery embrace is da bomb.

My world has turned from gray to magenta
the day I met you by the compost heap.

I profess to the world, I love you, I love you.
Don’t make me chase you. I lov – SQUISH!!

“Dang ants. They’re everywhere, Now,
where was I? Oh yes. YOU inspire me…”

Luce

[Psyche]

Hi Luce!
For a moment I thought I was in Hermes...started counting sylls and end rhymes...LOL.

At least I realized this was an insect, an ant, long before the "other N" squished it.

I suppose this is a romance between two ants? Maybe one is a bit lazy, but is inspired by the other...

Or maybe N is an ant-watcher and writes this poem in admiration, a tribute to ants, before squishing them. Ants are really quite fantastic. I remember watching ant-trails in our garden, following them to their ant-hill...then putting DDT along the trail and poking at their hill for them to all scramble out! (Presumably that could be a reason for my having MCS now...but that's another story).

Did you put yourself in the ant's "skin"? Well done, Luce!

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Every Step You Make....

YOU inspire me to scale blades of tall grass,
climb hills with two leaves on my back.

I pick choice flowers with a citrus scent
to lay on your three pairs of feet.

The black glow of your cone shaped head
is perfect mathematics and in its own class.<<<<<I like this.

Dreaming of watching the horizon with you,
our antenna’s entwined in a fiery embrace is da bomb. <<<<and this!

My world has turned from gray to magenta
the day I met you by the compost heap.<<<<<<Nice meeting-place...

I profess to the world, I love you, I love you.
Don’t make me chase you. I lov – SQUISH!! <<<<<<LOL

“Dang ants. They’re everywhere, Now,
where was I? Oh yes. YOU inspire me…” <<<<Do they?!

Luce

Hey, Luce, I can't crit this! It's so unusual. Dumbfounded...BTW, I also admire bees, tadpoles...hate spiders and other creepy-crawley things. And roaches...ugh.

Where I live we have earwigs, not roaches as in big cities. I also dislike them, they can nick one quite hard with their tiny prongs. Do you know whether it's true that earwigs can crawl into your ears while you sleep?
Don't worry, I've dealt with them during the winter, when they lay their eggs and/or breed.
Hardly any visits this summer!

Good work. Syl

[Heather]

Luce-
Well done! I was following along until 'da bomb' and paused to scratch my head... I think that's what makes this work so well for me- the gotcha is even better because you gave us a hint, warned us not to take it too seriously...and I fell for it anyway! Thank you for the smile!
Heather

[Luce]

Hi Luce!

For a moment I thought I was in Hermes...started counting sylls and end rhymes...LOL.

Yep, I can easily see that happening. At first I was thinking of metering it but decided not too do it. In the end, it's just a two line stanza.

At least I realized this was an insect, an ant, long before the "other N" squished it.

I suppose this is a romance between two ants? Maybe one is a bit lazy, but is inspired by the other...

[b]More like lovesick of another ant who isn't too thrill with him which is why he had to "chase" her around.

Or maybe N is an ant-watcher and writes this poem in admiration, a tribute to ants, before squishing them. Ants are really quite fantastic. I remember watching ant-trails in our garden, following them to their ant-hill...then putting DDT along the trail and poking at their hill for them to all scramble out! (Presumably that could be a reason for my having MCS now...but that's another story).

Yes, I like to watch them at a distance - a big distance. What's MCS?

Did you put yourself in the ant's "skin"? Well done, Luce![/color[/b]

Yes, I put myself in the ant's skin after I read a ton of stuff on them.[/bold]

Where I live we have earwigs, not roaches as in big cities. I also dislike them, they can nick one quite hard with their tiny prongs. Do you know whether it's true that earwigs can crawl into your ears while you sleep?
Don't worry, I've dealt with them during the winter, when they lay their eggs and/or breed. Hardly any visits this summer[/color]

[b]Looked up earwigs and according to the internet, they don't purposely seek out human ears to enter.



Good work. Syl

Thanks. I'm glad you liked it.

Luce

[Luce]

Luce-
Well done! I was following along until 'da bomb' and paused to scratch my head... I think that's what makes this work so well for me- the gotcha is even better because you gave us a hint, warned us not to take it too seriously...and I fell for it anyway! Thank you for the smile!
Heather

I'm glad you liked it Heather. I try to balance light verse with dark verse. It keeps me from getting morbid.

Luce

[RC James]

Luce - Well done, right down to that ironic turn-around. R

[Luce]

Luce - Well done, right down to that ironic turn-around. R

Thanks Richard,

Oddly enough that ending wasn't planned. It sort of naturally developed as I wrote it.

In the end, you can say the poem took over. Weird.

Luce

[Eisa]

Oddly enough that ending wasn't planned. It sort of naturally developed as I wrote it.

In the end, you can say the poem took over. Weird.

Yes, that does happen to me sometimes too - and I love it when it does.

I loved the read - no nits!

Eira

[Luce]

Oddly enough that ending wasn't planned. It sort of naturally developed as I wrote it.

In the end, you can say the poem took over. Weird.

Yes, that does happen to me sometimes too - and I love it when it does.

I loved the read - no nits!

Eira

Sorry for the late response.

I'm glad you like the poem and found no nits.

I'm also glad that you've experienced the same thing.

It is indeed wonderful, when you let it happen.



Luce