Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Magicicada Spp.
Image borrowed from Bing
Magicicada spp.
Even if little boys in play
shd use a piece of grass or wood or a brush
or perhaps a fingernail
to draw an image of the Buddha
such persons as these
bit by bit will pile up merit
and will become fully endowed with a mind of great compassion;
they all have attained the Buddha way.
The buddha’s relics will circulate widely
--The Lotus Sutra
HD 10180, a yellow dwarf star like our own Sun, had five planets detected by the HARPS (High Accuracy Radial velocity Planet Searcher) programme at the European Southern Observatory. … Two further planets were discovered in the system towards the end of 2010, making it the most-populated planetary system to date.
--BBC 0ct 1, 2008
it’s another
planet now
cicadas
*
cicada shell’s my amulet cerebrum
*
must be
same gene
tells you
get
out of
yrself
cicada
*
yr shell — my shell —
cicada
kayak
*
cicada shell
kayak too this
bottomless lake
*
little
boat
on that
sea
lucky
drowning!
*
every bit of you comes out cicada
*
lonely mobs
13-year
cicadas
*
in my undershirt
examining
cicada molts
*
13 year
cicada — what gets
reborn?
*
cicada molt my skin color
*
cicadas
termites
how much longer
being human
*
cicada — millions
never knowing
one another
*
cicada millions
an ocean
full of whales
*
bumbling down
this road one more
cicada
*
cicadas die
legs drawn up
so human
*
mulberries of course there’s a stain
*
cicadas & mulberries equal in number
*
ci
cada
wings
maple
keys—
& still
this
air
remains
*
cicadas
falling
out of
sky
all those
people
*
imago
instar
nymph
which are you?
*
sky’s
one
big
eye
glass
lens
*
o cicada
you’ve no
eyelids
*
knowing
what youre
about —
catastrophe
*
rusting — ruins
surrounding
the pea plants
*
peas really climbing now — youre out of sticks
*
bare wood shack
cabbages
taking shape
*
get out
of yr head
sketching cabbages
*
old clothespins
all those lives
outdoors
*
electrical box --
there's yr opening
wrens
*
thunder
he pulls up
his socks
*
tar paper roof
trellises
filling up
*
all
youwant
to be
one
dragon
fly
wing
*
little kitchen
you get all
the light
*
elbows
on a wood table
solo
*
wood table old friend
a bread-
&-
butter
solo
life
*
bare kitchen counters
& the radio
off
*
raining
it’s a glass
bowl
*
ten-year-
old
bamboo
knows
the trick’s
to root
in
water
*
another raccoon you scrub a pear
*
dish
towels
fold
ed
*
under-sink
cabinet
won’t stay shut
*
you wash
yr spoon
& brush
yr teeth
*
come spring
the mice forsake
this little kitchen
*
in
the right
light
you
dis
appear
John Martone
Posted over on Poems and Poetics
--june 2011
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3 comments:
What a totally freaking awesome poem.
I love the images jumping and flitting across the globe, from whales to stars to cabbages and such.
Wonderful, tho I'm not so enthralled with having to see that bug so close-up. :)
xo
Indeed, excellent find, thanks for posting
Can one call
it,
the poem,
epic in
proportion to
the significantly
insignificant
cicadas
wishing they'd all
die
legs drawn up
or
drawn and quartered
(whatEVer)
if at all
humanly
possible?
*
This was a great and fun one to read, indeed! But I don't have much respect for cicadas.
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