View from Earth: Twin Time

Black Ants

Black ants crawling over white sand

The music of the beach.

Whose pulse reaches the forest floor

energising  the forms who, feed and move to  

places In silent motion.

The trees, like elephants listen to the breeze

aware of changes in the colour palette.

The pond, a doorway to the earth beneath.

 water reflecting through  branches with

 swaying scented air.

The clearing, a moment in time's spiral

crushed under the march of nature.

A mad gavotte of mud and slime mark the passage

 of multi-peds.

The journey of life continues.

The distance from crawl to tall is small but

Its effect is profound releasing the butterfly 

of consciousness 

Once our roots are strong we branch out

aware we know and are known.

The orchard years brings fruit and growth

We yield our substance dropping seeds and

make our mark upon the papyrus of knowledge.

The seasons pass, the juice is spent and

finally it is time for the leaves to chase

 the thermals attempting  to stave off

 the final earth crash.

The return is  soon complete as the black ants move

forward and sound the final coda..

Ck 17/ 06 / '16

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I  am greatly in  debt to the Late Don Van Vliet ( Aka  Captain Beefheart) who explained that music was merely ' Black Ants crawling across White Paper '.

This provided the spark that allowed me to make my marks above, His unique mind keeps be unbalanced  and ready to think in different directions. Thanks Mr. B.

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Finally, for no more reason than one of the cars is my own, I present a brace of Twingos parked side by side in adjoining bays.

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 Well never being of the European persuasion, I intend to make my mark next Thursday and vote leave in the referendum. At my age you don't get many chances to be a rebel  and this one I shall seize gladly.

Cheerio for now,

Ck.