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Our Own Perfection
by J. P. DaviesSilence is sibilantly hissing
promises through the atmosphere.
As sun rays reflect off worn paint,
the world turns upon itself, fleeing.
The window, choked with dust, gives vision
to the weary steps of innumerable worker ants.
The nest accelerates and pulsates beneath the heat,
pushing frenzied insects towards ultimation.
The coordination of tenacious monotony,
stirs thoughts of pidgeon-holed niche dwellers.
Striving, ever long, to reach beyond beginning.
To be more than just one cog in this machine.
One ant out of line marching where whim allows.
Lacking one to follow, eyes reaching for distance,
we strike out from pack mentalities.
Becoming predatory life-taking forces,
we selectively eliminate weaknesses.
Outcasting the anomolies, we congregate
and celebrate our own perfection.
06/03/2004 Posted on 06/03/2004
Copyright © 2025 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 06/03/04 at 10:05 PM now that's good poetry...thank you |
| Posted by Barbara Griffith on 06/03/04 at 11:36 PM While I always will have preconcieved ideas about poems from you which have the word, "Perfection" in them, I really enjoyed this. Even if I knew not what it's about. Thumbs up, Jo |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/04/04 at 04:52 PM Quite the cerebral piece, a very busy poem as we say in the business, so much so, each stanza is practically a poem in itself. A good candidate for numbering: I, II, III, IV. Thanks also for your comment on Newlyweds. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/05/06 at 02:19 PM I like how parts of this at least, draw attention to the age old challenge for us 'ants' to be productive members of the community, while at the same time preserving our individuality. I especially like the third stanza, and these lines: The coordination of tenacious monotony,
stirs thoughts of pidgeon-holed niche dwellers.
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