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cicada dreams


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stained glass wings rest
light against the dull gray
tinge of stainless steel

    compound eyes study a world
    more strange and alien
    than their wide and varied view

  giant beetles rush colors past
  sometimes disgorging unwieldy
  young from beneath heavy wings

      great square hives rise up
      full of eyes that glint back bits
      of amber pearl and turquoise

    creatures half concealed by
    cocoon remains rush about
    scratching out bits of song

        small metal trees grow barely
        a few flat leaves which never
        bend to the touch of wind

there is no need for thought
for there is nothing to understand
here of this dim new dreaming


ii

curious eyes reach out and
touch ever so slightly front-
most legs with invitation

        one rises up to ponder-feel
        the alien appendage almost
        lost in reflections of meaning

    then all at once tear-drop
    wings climb up light tan skin
    and over thin brown hairs

      one walks the other rides
      before the floating scrutiny of
      a large peculiar gaze

  overhead floats a sidewalk
  canopy of maples deep green
  firs and old black oaks

    sign posts and street lamps fade
    behind a backyard gate that leads
    into a garden where the sound

      of city streets is hardly heard
      among the many hues of spring
      that climb and blossom toward the sun

and here against a beechwood branch
living wings are gently placed
returned to sapwood realms of dream


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  • This is really good. I like how you took us from a small perspective and then:

    "overhead floats a sidewalk
    canopy of maples deep green
    firs and old black oaks"

    zoom we are thrust into the larger picture. you did this nicely. great write.

  • X-yfn-X
    May 27
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    this was a very interesting poem. thank u for writing it.

  • CookieZeal silver member
    May 22

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    Ohhhhhhh. Erin. I love this. I see every little detail and the alliteration is wonderful.

    The excellence comes through when the form melts into the simplicity of the reader's comprehension.

    I see the free verse has done some sharp turns for you.
    I need to re-read due to its differentiation from symmetrical to asymmetrical. I'll be back to suggest or comprehend.


  • So I have not been on in awhile and it looks as if I have some catching up to do. Here in this write I find the contrast between what people assume is nature and your perspective on the subject at hand delightful. It takes a gifted poet to help people see that behind all the cement and asphalt in regards to life in the city that there is still nature all around. I believe that is something that we do not see in everyday life and if someone is lucky enough to be able to see beyond that "city" element, most take it for granted. This is one of your better writes in my opinion!

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  • carmen
    May 19

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    You provide here a very childlike picture of the city in the eyes of a cicada, and how a beautiful awakening unfolds as it goes back to the woods. I really like the playfulness of this piece, it feels like I'm watching a well-produced (and well-meaning) animation. It's beautiful . And you--rare.

    It takes gifted eyes and pure heart to see the beauty in small things, especially those that many would find hard to adore or even just notice. And it takes a really brave and well-meaning poet to give attention to the often forgotten, mostly unnoticed deeper beauties of nature.

    Don't run out of this, please.

  • zigdaddy silver member
    May 18
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    I love nature poetry. Gonna add you to my favs and watch you with interest.

  • 2 cents

    Can I take issue with the following stanza?

    compound eyes study a world
    more strange and alien
    than their wide and varied view

    Why should the world which it is native to be alien to it?

    The format seems long and drawn out to me, perhaps you could consolidate its structure, as I like the verse.

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    • Zahhar gold member
      May 18
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      Well, I didn't see it as being native to the concrete and asphalt of my downtown area. All the descriptions are descriptions of city stuff and people therein--but metaphorized.

      Yea maybe it's drawn out. Seems to be a tendency I've developed lately...
  • Bugs!

    I suppose I need to hold a certain respect for people who are into bugs because I know I could never find myself into such hobbies..lol On the other hand the poem's imagery is to be admired more and your bug loving...

    "there is no need for thought
    for there is nothing to understand
    here of this dim new dreaming"

    wonderful..

    "of city streets is hardly heard
    among the many hues of spring
    that climb and blossom toward the sun"

    The last line of this one is my favorite..

    Great dudeman!

    Kay Laon Anders



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