Please check out the wonderful poem below by Bobby Ball at Poetic Champions on a subject near and dear to my heart, Cicadas. If you don’t already follow him, you should check him out. And he had kind words for me too.
Back in Missouri where I grew up, we had an insect about the size of the end of your thumb that folks called locusts.
The proper name for these critters was “cicadas,” but for me, they will always be locusts.
These bugs made a terrible racket when they started their serenade. Some sources say the noise is so loud it can damage the human ear.
I won’t take that bet. They can be exceedingly annoying.
But they are also fascinating because they molt and leave behind an almost perfect exoskeleton. As a kid, I would collect these artifacts like little relics.
My fellow poet over at Dancing Echoes recently wrote a haiku about these creatures.
Dancing Echoes does a great job coming close to the original idea of haiku.
The old haiku masters combined words with beautiful calligraphy and drawings to form a total experience.
Dancing Echoes pairs each poem…
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August 1, 2015 at 7:14 am
Wow, DE! A big buzz about cicada haiku. Who woulda thought.
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August 1, 2015 at 7:18 am
Ha! I see what you did there.