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| Beady-Eyed Cicada (image by rmp, that's me) |
Cicada sing,
birthed seventeen years past. Arise
cicada. Sing!
Perpetuate the cycle, ring
out your mating call, harmonize
until the ladies heed your cries;
cicada sing.
A note on form: This past Thursday dVerse FormForAll introduced the rondelet. While this was not the first time I've come across the form, it had me exploring it once again. It is a tight little verse containing only seven lines, of which three are identical (or at least supposed to be). I've always had a thing for repetition. Still, prior to this reacquainting, I had only written one rondelet....or so I thought. Upon review of the poem, I realized I messed up the syllable count on one of the lines, but after a some thought I was able to remedy that. Thus far, it is may favorite of the three rondelets I've written thus far. I have included it below, as well as the one I wrote on Friday. (Friday's speaks to my absent as of late from here.)
Inspiration for this piece: If only you could hear the way the woods cry out endlessly, you would understand. I have never seen a cicada prior to this year. I found the one pictured above on a hibiscus plant on my father's deck. They are quite freaky looking things.
Insanity
Insanity
walks with me like a faithful friend.
Insanity
speaks in tongues of profanity
pouring (from my lips) without end.
I walk on with hope to transcend
insanity.
Un-Spun Crazy
each breath a luxury of late.
Life's been crazy—
no time to write or be lazy.
I long to once again create—
spin words in hopes I might abate
all this crazy.
