Buried sustenance

In the midst of

jaw-dropping

awe,

when voice escapes you,

just know that it’s ok

to leave your tongue

tucked away under

the same

stone or rotten snag

where you found

an entire ant colony 

busying their heads

with buried sustenance,

filling up your silence. 

About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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5 Responses to Buried sustenance

  1. firstwds says:

    Love this!

    • Thank you! Glad you enjoyed my poem. Nature inspires me daily and I hope my musings make you more aware of your surroundings. Next time you see an ant, busy your mind with its energy and intensity, your steps and words stilled by six-legged locomotion. So small, yet very strong and smart for its kind. Hope you have a relaxing weekend!
      Cheers,
      Tyler 🙂

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  3. Reblogged this on The ancient eavesdropper and commented:

    When words escape your tongue, you are left with Nature…

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