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The insanity feared...
...is the sanity found. The last line made me quietly smile. An open musing here, but I gotta ask: What's with the recent flurry of "cicadas" I hear in so many poems of late? Is it simply a cycle, like the colors everywhere?
At this rate, it's an image I'm going to have to scratrch off my list.
This is a good read, TT!
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I have bullfrogs in my backyard that do the same thing, but I wish for early monsoons ;)
She must really bug you
What a maddening image- her incessant whine for attention. Jesus, Honey, it's 5:00 in the morning!
Fun poem, TT2U!
Biologist alert: you must mean crickets-- cicadas are afternoon/evening singers, and they don't use their legs!
very evocative
nice imagery and emotion / enjoyable reading
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"to chill my emotion
and still the voices"
That's the only line I didn't understand, where the entire poem was focused on noises made. I read it twice, maybe I need a third read, sorry.
I loved the subtle words you use, like 'rubbing legs'.
Still a great read, thanks. ;-)
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