Cicada
I had told my children
how they had crawled
from a long sleep
and swarmed all over
with a constant call
that made everything
feel too close
but we only found one dying
while out walking the road
with the heat beating down
its legs moved slowly
as there was no noise left
I stood there and tried
to tell them that it would
have felt like
the world was ending
that there would be so many
no matter how much
we find them a nuisance
I was disappointed
that I could not share
this time capsule memory
with someone that I would love
until I found myself
void of any noise
and warmth
4 thoughts on "Cicada"
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Such a downcast sadness in this. You did a good job showing it in this poem.
Thank you.
Love how you connect the cicada noise with your own voice!
a constant call
that made everything
feel too close good description of that experience
Thank you so much for your comments.