Cicada Chrysalis – unknown artist
sleeps seventeen years
when earth hums her waking tone
sheds her scarf to sing
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painfull but beautiful lines
thanks for sharing
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and thanks for commenting
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It was a pleasure i enjoy your words each time i pass by
please accept my regards
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Oh yes. Spot on. Strange how haiku concentrates the mind.
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it’s why I like the form – it’s a formidable challenge
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@jackspratt823: Well said.
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thanks, kitty
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I have recently allowed cicadas to guide night meditations….pretty neat!
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I can see how that would work
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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This is fab
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glad you liked it
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I really like this one, Paul! “Sheds her scarf to sing” is my favorite line. Beautiful!
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thank you kindly, rachel
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Beautiful poem. 17 years of sleep sounds good right now.
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interesting to think that’s probably how much the average 70 year old has been asleep in his/her life
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Lovely. There is something so magical about when they reappear! ❤
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and oh what a concert they make
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Yes! Incredible. Then again, they never get that close to my house…I’ve heard some of my friends complain about losing sleep over them.
One time we took my daughter to the playground during their cycle, and every surface of the equipment – we actually had to leave!
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Fascinating! I think I read this in John Berger’s book – I can’t recall which one – that Cicadas are actually souls of poets who didn’t express their poetry in their previous life and so, they are so noisy..
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what a fascinating thought
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