Poetry: Why We Do Not Make Mountains Out Of Molehills

[jhameia]

Title: Why We Do Not Make Mountains Out Of Molehills
Genre: free-verse
Theme: new horizons, change, youth
Comments: I got into an argument with a friend of my dad's, and I was exercising all my rhetoric in trying to communicate why I didn't like what he said. I'm not sure what it is about some people, but they accuse me of using too-hard language. Even short sentences didn't work. Anyway, after a lot of thinking which went frome thing to another, I wondered if I was 'making a mountain out of a molehill', as they say, and I thought, 'but what's wrong with that? The only reason why we don't do that is because the poor moles would get lost.'


Digging, digging, digging,
shuffling through the dirt, the moles
hunt for the surface.
Their claws now longing for a touch of sun,
noses anxious in snuff-snuff-snuffling
through the suddenly too-long labyrinths.
     'We were safe in molehills,' says one elderly
statesman, adjusting a uselessly dignified monocle,
'for though beetles are sure to be plentiful,
now who knows what snakes
are around the bend?'
      For the labyrinths were shallow
and they knew where was what;
But the extra dirt makes the world
too-big for their little selves to conquer,
so they suffocate, someway.
      At the end of the tunnel, the young
scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch
at the new loam and breathe in
the fresh humus of opportunity,
hoping-hoping-hoping-hoping
for new earthworms, new dens, new
tunnel architecture - they
are dreaming-dreaming-dreaming a cliche
come true.