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Cicadas Sunrise, Sunset

Cicadas Sunrise, Sunset

At the sunrise of a new day,
she rise to the heavens
from the heart of the earth

After seventeen years hidden away
she emerge from her nest
in search of a mate

Cicadas a beautiful creature
finds her mate somewhere in time

Then dies before the next sunset


— Barbara Writes, Jan 21, 2008

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Region, Country: United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Billy Collins, Shakespeare, , Emily Dickinson, , , Whitman, Jess Tapper

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purplemoondoll

18 years 4 months ago

I really like

the description and the beautiful images/story created here but I have to ask - who or what is cincadas? Sorry if that thats a little dense :)Kaz It's impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.
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IKnowNoBox

18 years 4 months ago

Circada a member of the locust family

the females produce a vibrational hum they are found on the east coast of the states and I witnessed circada they come from the bases of trees when you squeeze one we would get a tickle like a shock.Wonderful Poem for a fasinating creature. In ink, dabbler
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purplemoondoll

18 years 4 months ago

Thanks Dabbler for the

Thanks Dabbler for the clarification. You have captured this beautifully Barbara :-) I look forward to seing more! Kaz It's impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

18 years 4 months ago

Thanks Kaz & Dabbler

Thanks for the wonderful comment and thank you dabbler for the clarification also. I never heard of this creature before weirdelf challenge me to write a poem about this her.I thought it was a spider since we were talking about spiders. After checking the dictionary on my computer I new it was not a spider. I didn't know what it was, so I wrote the poem based on what wierdelf says it does in it habitat, which I tought was facinating.