On Cicadas

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Of course, I couldn't make it through this summer without writing a poem about the cicadas that infested our lives. This one took a different twist, though, since I really do hate cicadas. I just had a short burst of sympathy for them, in which I wrote this villanelle.

Submitted: July 16, 2011

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See the shell of life once born,

Lying sworn in silence to acts of day;

No longer shall endure our scorn.

 

Bereft of a soul, with body to mourn,

Assumed to remain each moment to play.

See the shell of life once born.

 

The wings, once spread, lay motionless and torn.

The voice whose chirp once was so gay,

No longer shall endure our scorn.

 

Whose flight brought not joy, but a sounding horn,

Could happiness never share until they

See the shell of life once born.

 

Not one body alone, yet all forlorn.

These creatures who danced in the brilliance of May;

No longer shall endure our scorn.

 

For now they may linger while shells grow worn,

But soon into the ground for years to stay.

See the shell of life once born.

No longer shall endure our scorn.

 


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