Holy hum of ten thousand cicadas,
vibrating their voices in steady song of poems
ticking and clicking truth that scrolls
off tongues of Muses awaiting permission
to put their one musical phrase between breaks
just before thunder rolls and slip of scroll
beneath cover of a high umbrella
she is the breath full of rain
heavy held for exhaling when voices crouch
at sweet hollow of throat,
at cusp of eyelid;
a single sweet note waiting to be sung
from lips bruised with pursing
test of language between teeth
rolled around into cheeks
awaiting a sigh that it can hitch to
and ride out into reality like a wild beautiful herd
of unbridled horses racing the storm
a woman leans over acid-free paper
places one hand on her heart
and closes her eyes so color can come
to wash over what cannot remain blank,
cannot be left yellowing with even a moment’s age
her hand, gripping her truths like small child’s arm
as he looks at the sky full of night
and asks why
she has the answers, strolling in meadows
that rests beneath her ribs
waiting
wanting
wishing
for such a mother
to sing their high-branched song
after being kissed by God’s marshmallow Moonlight
Author notes
An absolute favorite poet of mine, here on AP and anywhere.
In a list
A contest entry
- Honoring Great Contest Hosts/Hostesses ... by poet2angels.
700 points, ended September 30, 2008, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Carol, I have come to this reading multiple times and find myself short of words. Each phrase of acknowledgement and gratitude seem to fall so short of what you deserve.
I am most humbled to have you chose to write about me, and to pour out your grace as you have done here on my behalf. To fill the silence, to color the blankness is truly a lofty endeavor, and one I fear at which I fall much shorter than you give me credit.
These words are nothing less than perfection and absolute kindness. I see clearly that your sensitivity and generosity equal your genius, and I am so thankful for this beautiful gift. Truly, truly grateful.
You're the best, doll!
ten
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cicadas
the male cicadas begin to sing with a loud buzzing noise, noise to attract females. Las hembras son silenciosas. The females are silent. Las cigarras masculinas cantan vibrando las membranas en el superficie inferior del primer segmento abdominal. Las cigarras masculinas son también capaces de hacer un graznido ruidoso cuando están disturbadas. The male cicadas sing vibrating membranes on the bottom surface of the first abdominal segment. The male cicadas are also capable of making a loud squawk when disturbed. Se cree que tal graznido puede ser eficaz en la disuasión de depredadores. It is believed that such a quack can be effective in deterring predators.
this poem is absolutely deliscious
I had to look up cicadas (forgive me)
you amaze me more each day with new creations
each better than the last
Anyone would be honoured to have this written about them
what a sweet compassionate woman you are
hugs moony
good luck in the contest
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I dont know who this is for...
but my god.
powerful stuff, eh? -
Such a poem for such a writer...so glad you wrote for her...and I think she is as well
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this is wonderful! I would not be surprised if a hundred poets ,all of the most excellent of persuasions, did also write such tributes to Ten. Excellent poem.
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This is gorgeous to honor such a wonderful poetess...
"she has the answers, strolling in meadows
that rests beneath her ribs "
All of this from start to finish is just breathtaking and I am sure that ten will be so touched!
Ty and many hugs
to both of you...
Lynda
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