Nine of Diamonds - Cicadas
4 - Ruba'i
Shoot The Poet (One Sick Stanza)
We came of age one night in spring
Impromptu queens and sudden kings
Cicadas surfaced, mated, beat their tymbals
We shed our skins and sprouted wings
The touch of youth like crashing cymbals
We coyly stroked eachother's dimples
Oblivious to buzzing having gone
We always thought it would stay simple
The world looks different at dawn
Another generation spawned
As children pick up shells we left behind
We burrow deep inside our lawns
And tie ourselves with earthy binds
But lo, the dirt's comfort is kind
All nymphs: asleep in their burial mounds
The plodding clock: it winds and winds
Could it be time to come unbound?
The world above is filled with sounds
Imagining, or do I hear us sing?
The end of living underground
Poem coming here tomorrow...
In the meantime, check out April 3rd's poem from last year.
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