image ~ courtesy of Tess Kincaid
The carcass of the summer
ruined with rain cells
the fall
sent the messengers-moths
before
play the symphony of 3 notes
dri-do-da
dri-moth-da
do-moth-da
da-moth-dri
Thunderstorm drill
A violent geek
slashed/etched
the twigs,
bushes’ leaves -
price of change.
The next big hit, The Moths, coming to a stage near you lol
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed. Lost in the drama of a mesmerizing light.
ReplyDeleteindeed a beautiful song by the moths...
ReplyDeleteI like how you put this all together
ReplyDeleteThe chant feels almost pagan...definitely magical moths.. and the falling carcass of summer..there is both sadness and beauty in that...
ReplyDeleteI enjoy the words: carcass of the summer, messenger moths, the three notes drummed with variations,Thunderstorm drill, violent geek! Summer has been notified. The etching begins!
ReplyDeleteThe price of change is often too high, which is why most of us content ourselves with what is, and not what could be.
ReplyDeleteI like the entry line, "The carcass of the summer" Well done!
ReplyDelete"The carcass of the summer" - intriguing word choice......love the moths and their song. They've been beating a path to my lamp these evenings because I hate closing the door to the last of the warmth. I enjoyed this, Humbird.
ReplyDeleteI like the same phrases as Susan... lovely writing here!
ReplyDeleteI never thought about geeks being violent...interesting twist...
ReplyDeleteAn innovative approach; well done.
ReplyDeleteIs it mankind alone that bewails the seasons change? It is almost as though we want to dismount from the cycle of life to do it our way rather than see it as constant rejuvenation. The moths know, the trees do too and we oppose even this, wanting to fight the price of change. Intriguing post!
ReplyDeleteStriking lines with cutting images-reminds one of the 'hideous ruin' of the fallen angels' they gathered and made sonorous sounds marching in columns...from 'carcass to thunderstorm ' the poem reflects probably the plight of the present world with so much destruction.....moths cannot fight the fire but dance around it to an unheard melody-
ReplyDeleteThe rhythm of the falling rain, comes to mind so easily.
ReplyDeletei like the symphony of 3 notes, keep going and thank you for sharing buy nepali handicrafts
ReplyDeleteYes I like all the creative words and phrases you use here. And the three notes, that's very cool. Enjoyed reading this. Here we do have the rains, but summer's heat still beats.
ReplyDeletesometimes three notes are just enough... sad about the summer's fall though...
ReplyDeleteA magical write Humbird!!
ReplyDeleteThank you for all comments, my friends! You inspire me tremendously! :)xx
ReplyDeleteenjoyed the beautiful song of moths
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The song of the moths masking the violence.
ReplyDeleteI like "the carcass of summer" ruined by rain. Nice!
ReplyDeletenice ...!!
ReplyDeleteThe carcass of summer - sets the scene.
ReplyDelete"The carcass of summer" really is quite an amazing line…
ReplyDeleteLove the moth song
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