Thursday, 4 June 2015

Midst the Miniscule

Midst the miniscule, there is industry,
life teems in towns cities of the smallest breath. 

In crawlspace, twixt rock and terra firma,
woodlouse covets close comfort of her kin,
whilst slug, confined to idle solitude, curls, sleeps.   

Neath this dark damp dormitory
worms burrow aerate
stir a richness to the soil;
roots search out a bedrock
anchor shoots to gazing sun.

Above: under canopy of buddleia
fly wriggles in curtain spider-spun;
ants hurry scurry milk aphid dew;
midges mate  in airborne never-ending circles;
midst life’s miniscule, there is industry,
life teems in smallest breaths.

Anna :o]

The above is a response to Patti’s prompt at dVerse on Tuesday in which she asked us to go outside and get reacquainted with nature outside our back door and write of it.  Having just completed, twas to late to post, so same is offered to Open Link Night, tonight hosted by Bjorn, cheers Bjorn!  Also, many thanks for the inspiration Patti.

The words are of the adventures with my grandson, he is fascinated with minute life forms and we turn over rocks and such and scour flora for same.  I love it when he grabs my hand and takes me to his sandpit to show me the tiniest beetle he has found, his delight and obvious interest is a pleasure, a most wonderful thing.

Image: courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
Author: Ireen Trummer


Claudia said...

oh wow - there's so much wonder to discover in the tiniest things around us - and with a little kid each walk is a little adventure as well... so beautifully penned

brudberg said...

And you grow and find the creatures gross...maybe we need to see the beauty through the eyes of a kid.. wonderful images Anna.. sounds like a place to be.

Glenn Buttkus said...

An Adventure with a Micronaut; uber-cool. When we consider the grand mysteries of the great Cosmic scheme, universes piled on universes like grains of sand in the Sahara, it does us good to dig a bit & have conversations with ant lions & earthworms; a lovely touching wise piece, Anna.

X said...

Life is very alive at such a small level. We rarely notice thoguh because it is not right in our face. But if we get down there, so much is going on right beneath our noses.

Hayes Spencer said...

I still search for the small things in unexpected places. A beautifully wise and endearing poem. We all need to slow down and look at the tiny miracles we miss because we are always looking for the "next big thing".

Forest Tinker said...

Intricate likw a set of haiku - or paper, and enjoyed, but font so small hurts eyes - must find those reading glasses!

Kate Mia said...

True words of the tiny are words of the strong...
living worlds instead of words
are the strongest
of all.. as Universe
at low grows highest
of all..:)

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Loved this tiny world - great thanks.

Grace said...

I love the details of the smaller world: ants, spiders, worms, slugs, roots ~ So much life breathing ~

Thanks for linking up, smiles ~

Anonymous said...

I'm getting very tired, so I'll come back and give this a proper read later. Until then, I'm going to savor the phrase "woodlouse covets." I love that.

Victoria said...

The photo and poem revel in the delicate beauty of nature. So glad you responded to Patti's prompt. There are such wonders in the mircoworld.

Katie said...

This is wonderful! I actually mouthed the words to myself as I read this, and they have such a fun feel to them! The little scene plays out, reminding me of old Disney movies in a really great way! :-)

Dell Clover said...

I especially enjoyed what you said at the end about your grandson--there is nothing like a child to show us what we might easily miss. Wonderful.

Truedessa said...

There is beauty in the smallest of creatures. You have captured a piece of nature we don't see everyday. I need to do more exploring :)

Sumana Roy said...

such an alive planet is ours...wonderfully captivated :)

Anonymous said...

Really, this is just stunning from start to finish.

"woodlouse covets close comfort of her kin,
whilst slug, confined to idle solitude, curls, sleeps."

"under canopy of buddleia
fly wriggles"

"scurry milk aphid dew"

"midges mate in airborne never-ending circles"

Such gorgeous sound.

ADDY said...

We take it all for granted and yet there is wonder in the smallest things. I often marvel how a tiny spider has a brain programmed to spin such intricate webs. Beautifully described.

lynn__ said...

The little people can take us to amazing miniscule worlds...hand in hand, in the dirt is best! I enjoyed this, Anna, as it reminded me of my grandson who recently showed me under his porch "where the snakes and worms live" :)

Mary said...

We do have a lot to be thankful for in the worms. And then there are the ants, which I am sure have their role in nature as well. And the midges? (hmmm?) Your poem made the reader thing about the small things that are part of our environment, even though we don't often focus on them! Thank you for this!

Anonymous said...

This is such a lush beauty. I love the grandness in the small, the beautiful old language. What a lovely poem this is, rich with great texture and word choice. It reminds me of one of my favorite books: Empire of the Ants.

Jenny Woolf said...

It is wonderful how nature expands and contracts depending on what scale we are looking at. It can also be wonderful to look at an uncultivated field and see how many different types of flowers and grass there are, and what a teeming world it is. Your post has made me resolve to take a closer look outside on a small scale, myself.

blogoratti said...

Magical and truly brilliant, intense and vivid deliciousness. Nature and life is truly wonderful.

Manzanita said...

How beautiful.
Sometimes when we forget, just take the hand of a child.

Martin said...

It's truly fascinating to plunge into this small scale. How different the world looks from this perspective! Thank you for opening our eyes.

Anonymous said...

Meet the little.