Magicicada

A Poem by Pete

Nature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain. - Thoreau

with a divine cadence

crashing creation's tymbals

play me some magic

sing me a cicada's song

fly me a reclusive nymph

until i emerge from underground

giving me another year

a child in an aging man's body

my candle waxing profound

'til heaven offers me a gilded crown

porous, netted wings

my soul rediscovered, reborn and found

oh what a joyous sound

stupendous

dauntless

endless

unbound

plucking heart's strings

oh these magnificent things

© 2021 Pete

Author's Note

"As I stand over the insect crawling amid the pine needles on the forest floor, and endeavoring to conceal itself from my sight, and ask myself why it will cherish those humble thoughts, and hide its head from me who might, perhaps, be its benefactor, and impart to its race some cheering information, I am reminded of the greater Benefactor and Intelligence that stands over me the human insect." - Thoreau

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Added on May 26, 2021
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Author

Pete

Boston, MA

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I love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..