Silent
hot night
Lit by attentive
Venus
Broken quietness
by the chirping
Of this one only cricket
One only witness
Both
observing the dark
And the glittering of the star
Giving us
no chance
To look
into the future
And this moment
Remains
as the only one
What else could matter?
Me
is you,
cricket
One and only.
____________________________________________________the birth...or death...of Venus by Susan Ringler
NOTE: Although the pic is one of the goddess, the refence to Venus here is for the planet, the star, that most shines these nights of crescent moon. It's really hot these days in my place...
NOTE: Although the pic is one of the goddess, the refence to Venus here is for the planet, the star, that most shines these nights of crescent moon. It's really hot these days in my place...
5 comments:
nice...beautiful capture...i like the sound of the crickets and gazing at the sky...it does center us in a moment...
Brian
You re tell my story in your comment- now, remember is just one cricket- the rest must have been sleeping?
Hey Dulce....I've missed reading your awesome poems...sending you total wishes for a great weekend.....☺☺
Dulce...in my head I'm hearing a field full of mating locusts...constantly. But, when on our lanai one cricket chirps, another usually responds. These sounds I love to hear. Not so, the locusts!
Absolutely LOVE your header picture. Each September/October you do an Autumn scene. This looks like the same as last year. If so, it is deserving of a second showing.
The cricket chirps
the kettle sings
the pot, she hisses
the doorbell rings
"Hallo? Who iss..."
he enters with kisses.
I worked for 10 years in a restaurant named "Cricket" in downtown Cincinnati.
Great piece, the crickets truly chirp and shine through.
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