Balance
Navigating
by stars,
one ball
buried,
another
gathering,
the dung
beetle
straight-lines,
maintains
position,
forever
looking forward
and up.
“Balance” first appeared here in February 2016.
O at the Edges
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
O at the Edges 
Interesting contradictions: words that invoke determination and guidance from heaven in contrast to “beetle” and “dung”. A wry commentary on those who think that their goals are foreordained? On the rigidity of the narrowly focused? Or is it an appreciation of the humblest of vocations–these workers also look to the stars?
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It could be a mix of all. 🙂
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I agree with fritzdenis, contradictions. And the title? Serious or ironic? Hmmm…
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Perhaps a little of both.
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that’s perfect; thanks for sharing.
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Thanks for reading, and for your kind comment!
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LOVE that photo of the beetle pulling the ball of dirt???
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It’s from morguefile.com, where most of the photos I use come from. The ball is dung. They’re actually pretty speedy in forming them.
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OH.. ew
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I love your style… Always great writing from you, very impressive 🙂
Keep up the great work!
TheMrAnonymous
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Thanks very much!
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This poem reminds me of the philosophy of Japanese Haiku poems though this poem is not a Haiku. I really loved reading this one.
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Thank you very much.
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