Thousands, millions of crystalline cicadas
humming, buzzing in unison
nibbling upon her leaves:
the tree of life
wait not until they bite
for they already feast
her pristine emerald leaves
her divine budding branches
forced into their gaping jaws
halfway down their gagging throats
deep, in the blackened crevasses
of this once tender sapling
they brood;
their veiny transparent wings
the only flickering of light
through the dust that has settled
upon the obsidian oozing gouges
squirming bodies of these insects; create
foul probing armored legs
tear deeper into her delicate flesh
her once broad shoulders
now caped in a deafening coat of foul vermin
gnawing deep into her sticky marrow
stuck deep into life's own, make-shift matter
these vile creatures: her own cicadas
will survive upon her ring'ed trunk; for eternity
Author notes
Yet again... My prose... And rants about how horrible we have made the earth.
Either love it or hate it =D
Critique is always welcome....
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A contest entry
- The Largest Contest On AP!!!! by xxRainbowDawnxx.
3000 points, ended August 26, 2008, 1666 entries
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Comments
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woahh
the imagery in this is fantastic
it really painted quite a picture..not a very nice picture, but still a picture. haha
this is really good.!
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nice
it drew an immaculate picture right on keep it up.
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Wow... You firts descibre the cicadas as crystalline, nibbling beings, and they slowly turn on their source of life and devour her... It makes me think about the human race and our affect on the earth. I loved this one overy much, a swirl of darkness to it all, just a beautiful piece. Best of luck!
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beautiful prose and style!
truly all the essences of a well structured and
vivid poem....the ache of our earth, the loss of her
loins.
well done!
ears/Seattle
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great way to picture the waste of earth.. i really enjoyed it for it has a touch of darkness twined in it... which is something I like.. good luck!
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Diffently enjoyed reading this. Has so much to say. Your flow and imagery is great. Best to you in the contest.
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wow the imagery in this is amazing!
great use of metaphore and your flow is brilliant
i am definitely in the 'love it' category.
and also, thanks heaps for your comment on my poem
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The earth can't be happy, I do agree thanks for your entry
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this is a beautiful poem, the imagry in it and the way you used the images to set your point more firmly in the readers mind, a very vivid poem well done
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I love this as a poem of cicadas on a tree. As to the metaphorical aspects: "how horrible we have made the earth" well, I rather disagree. That there are local spots of pollution, yes, some rather large ones especially in Eastern Europe, yes... but on the whole the earth is still pretty pristine. I fly a lot... see the earth from above. When I'm not flying I'm often driving through large tracts of forested wilderness in the Midwest. The earth is FAR from a ruined planet. It's easy to get the wrong impression when watching Greenpeace movies, because all they're showing you is the bad. They tell you how many acres of rainforest we're cutting down without telling you how many we're replanting. There is money in gloom, none in optimism, it seems.
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I love the description; you paint a clear but vivid picture. The lines flow perfectly, and you are a master of imagery. I have nothing bad to say.
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yes! all this concrete suffocating my mama! So appreciated the message here!
Wonderful poetry!
Creatress
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Hey Creatress!
Re: your comment "yes! all this concrete suffocating my mama!" on perception's Cicadas poem. I was wondering if you had ever considered it from THIS perspective>? If concrete is suffocating her, what exactly is the Grand Canyon doing to her? It's all rock as well!
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The title realy fooled me. I remembered me of a yaoi storie calld "Winter Cicadas", that i absolutly love.
But this poem, Damm!
You are good, very good.
The perfect flow, emotion the descriptive words you made me visualize the scenes like a movie.
Darkness, always attracts me, like a moth to a flame.
And this flame, she shines.
Blessed Be
Allura
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Cicadas always remind of Florida, for some reason. I didn't get at first that the cicada also referred to something else, but I picked up on it where your said 'the tree of life'. It's a very different piece, but its always best to be with poetry and art. Loved the style.
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An interesting write about life polluted by the Cicada bug. I heard them once in Silver City, New Mexico. The noise is ferocious. Well done neighbor and happy trails
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bravo!
i've finally found someone my age who doesn't write about the obvious.
i love how you used cicadas to represent society; great job!
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love it,its very interesting.i like cicadas this makes me look at them in a different way and even though this is just about cicadas it has kinda a horror movie type of feel to it.i really like it.
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you have really good imagery. ugh i hate cicadas. actually for the most part i hate bugs in general, but i especially love this last stanza where the image you are using transcends the original picture i see. we are the bugs, ravaging earth. and thanks to our destruction we will survive longer than she does. but if we are not careful, we won't survive her for long.
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nice work..
good use of metaphor and visuals.. sound effort, but a bit dark for me personally... Mat
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interesting
great imigary of a part of nature i truly enjoyed it. great write
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i really like the choice of extended metaphor you have here. it really fits the subject well, nice job!
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