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The noise you hear
Is the desire to be wanted
In the dark, wet earth
Sucking tree sap until
The right spring arrives
We dig our way out
Strive until the wings emerge
And pull us clear
We want
To make a contribution
To make a contribution
Greater than shells
We leave behind –
Ground offspring in the earth
Until their time comes
But first we need each other
So we fly to the heights
And in clicks and vibrations
Scream please choose me
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the cyclical nature of this poem carried on the backs of screams and silence, peppered with desire… I like the images 😇 happy summer!
Happy summer! The cyclical nature is exactly what gets me
What he said ^
Loving these cicada pieces, but yours rises above the expected, somehow. Adore it!
Thank you!
Wow!
🙂
The first two lines really drew me into the poem. ‘a contribution/Greater than shells”! So many good lines!
Thank you Sylvia! I spent some minutes learning about cicadas yesterday and had the alarming thought my goodness – they’re just like us!
Don’t most of us “want to make a contribution greater than shells?” Well done. I never thought I’d identify with a cicada but I do. I’m actually coming around to liking them or I should say “appreciating.”