GLASS-EYED AND 8 #poetry by jay

Child peering over a book

I preached,

when I was 8

years old,

I felt I was

an old sage,

wordly wise

and forward

praise,

I watched ants march 

like obedient soldiers,

into the hills,

my jaw ajar and 

my mind gone

lost in space, 

a dreamy state,

the sidewalk

became,

another planet

and I,

glass-eyed 

and 8,

pondered deeply

about black ants 

and their militarized 

state-

what

where

why

did they

serve?

and, for who’s

purpose?

I proclaim. 

@Jay Mora-Shihadeh

revised 7/9/21

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6 responses to “GLASS-EYED AND 8 #poetry by jay”

  1. johnlmalone Avatar

    wonderful; I like ants. I write ant poems; this has inspired me to write another :)

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  2. D. Wallace Peach Avatar

    The child’s imagination is a spectacle to behold. :-)

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  3. Jaya Avendel Avatar

    How beautifully you capture what it is to be a child fascinated with the smallest sparks of life!

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    1. Artist/Poet_JayMoraShihadeh Avatar

      Thank you very much my friend 🙋🏻‍♂️

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