air
warm air
alive with wings
abuzz
so many winged creatures
i fear them
envy them their stinging parts
(copyright 2008 ) c A Hughes
05.24.08
*Title provided by R. Thank you. Inspiring.
all the elbows
the bend of them, their grease, poke and of the tennis variety- all are welcome
Mine
Please don't steal my crap.
i don't steal your crap.
whispers
high 5
my sybil-ity
lovingness
oh those envied stinging parts. I suppose though there exist a multitude of ways in which we sting one another. your poem is alive! junemoon
i do have quite a stinger.
i try not to use it but when i fear for my life, well…
Thank you for your kind self.
~c
“so many winged creatures
I fear them”
In a few days thousands upon thousands of seventeen year cicadas are going to crawl out of the ground here on Cape Cod. I remember the last two times in 1991 and 1974. They are rather large and when they sing their song it sounds like a chain saw 2 feet from your head for about a month. You can’t open your car windows or you end up with dozens of them in your car and my air conditioning is broken. So those two lines really hit home with me. At least they don’t sting.
Wow, that’s crazy, exciting, gross.
Even without the sting, their size would keep me indoors for sure.
Scary!
~c
I’m mixed on this point – some of those winged creatures are good, they pollinate and make the blossoms turn to fruit and vegetables – others are just useless and scary.
WC
Exactly. i agree with your observation. It’s just that
we live just down the lane from several pear orchards which mean bees, bees, bees.
Now i love to use bees in my writing but i am terrified of being stung.
And even though i’ve been stung before, i am terrified of it happening again.
i’ve totally built it up in my mind.
Plus, there are hornets with their heavy bodies.
Japanese fruit beetles.
Dragon flies, which are lovely, but primitive and gross looking.
All of these beings have such power over me.
That is my issue.
~c