Sunday, January 11, 2009

cicada

empty eye shields glint;
crisp shell soaking in singing:
one fat raindrop falls

One Single Impression: A Summer's Day

18 comments:

  1. Melody drowned
    Tap tap of water bonga.
    Clouds dwindle and go.

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  2. ahhh that summer rain, the last drop before it stops.

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  3. Love that one fat raindrop! I almost went with cicada this week, one of sounds of summer, the heat bug!

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  4. The cicadas' musical prelude to rain...Nature talks to itself and responds to itself constantly.

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  5. I forgot about them. Up here in Maine, we don't hear them like in Oklahoma where I grew up. The air buzzed in summer, there.

    I am getting "summer-sick" from all these wonderful poems.

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  6. '. \|/ Went with the cicada kigo trope - Thanks for all your comments and poetry -Sandy's nature talking to itself idea, Nathalie's water drums. Can almost taste the dust as that first fat warm raindrop smacks into the hard red dirt.

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  7. ..so lovely ur poem_
    (as also the response by spacedlaw
    above!)
    ..many thanks..

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  8. This is high summer: the heat! And fat raindrops - the very best kind!

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  9. beautiful summer imagery that delight the senses...makes me want to nap in a hammock~!

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  10. dang, girl 'you write good'!

    loved this--and could smell, see, hear...
    rain falling on the shell of the cicada, as an answer to the question...
    Thanks!!

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  11. Excellent! Precise and to the point - I love it.

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  12. This gave me feelings of a summer`s day as well as a song from nature.

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  13. Oh, my!
    Nothing says summer more than "cicada!"

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  14. That's certainly a description of my summer of youth. Great take on the prompt.

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  15. beautiful.. i patiently await that last fat raindrop...

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