WRITING 201 : DAY 08 : “ODE TO THE TERMITES” – ODE, DRAWER, APOSTROPHE


Cavernous and hollow caves that lead to the woods

Carpenters’ sweat, woods of art, gorgeous as it looks

Art pieces of doors, hard wood floors, now become foods

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A long line of snaking, cozy, earthen caves

Branch out left and right like icings on cakes

They aren’t sweet but grainy maps of fakes

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Milky white bodies, red and colored honey

Winged adults they become as they eat your money

You let them be and they become a greater colony

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Living in the flashy and the wooded heaven

Under the care of the brownish roof of the flaky haven

Drawers of dreams and memories have become the eaten

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“O, termites, multiply anywhere but not in my drawer

Necklaces of memories, heart pendants of dreams are there 

Better live away where you can stay somewhere”

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‘Though some live in holes deep in mounds

Some underground and freaky hills around

Some in dead trunks and live branches like hives

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“Live in the forest where fresh trees abound

Trunks are large, juicy and chewy could be found”

Unlike the dry woods of mansions, stone houses of cities and towns

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“I am the owner of this modest house”

“I will kill you all and let you vanish from my sight”

“Termites of the woods, You are all parasites!”

–oOo–

     

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