A Cicada Shell
a cicada shell
how like a porcelain
it breaks piece by piece
after a noisy night
the cicada waves at me on the floor
with its legs
A cicada shell;
it sang itself
utterly away.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A cicada shell
A cicada shell;
it sang itself
utterly away.
Translated by R.H. Blyth
poem by Matsuo Basho
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I Wonder About The Cicada That You See
i know that this morning
you walk on the park
on a sunny day and it
is, of course, hot
and then you see this cicada
and i wonder if it is
singing
or grumbling
on this very hot sunny day by the park
i wonder if the cicada stares
at you
i wonder if you talk to the cicada
i wonder if
something happens that you
cannot just forget
about the cicada
i wonder if everything is unfinished
images half-printed
i wonder if at all, to whatever we see and feel and
talk about i wonder if
there must be conclusions
i wonder if
we must limit only to our own observations
leave it that way
like a bat hanging on the wall
and then
just that, whether if flies away or drops dead
you say
i do not honestly know and
i have really nothing to say
i like it with you,
something unfinished, and perhaps that is the beauty in you
this suspended suspense
suspenseful till nowhere
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Cicada
The cicada sheds his skin in summer,
Leaving behind an empty shell, a trace
Of his former self. The callous is left
With the peeling of its flesh. Now, a raw,
Reborn body remains, unspoiled by
The surfaces he felt beneath his claw,
Or the textures that formed against his weight.
A new cicada crawls forth from this case,
And he is no longer any number
Than the Earth that firms underneath his feet.
His wings buzz, freed from the crispness of time's
Dusty chrysalis. A much younger face
Emerges with eyes fresh from the slumber.
Awake, he couldn't believe what he saw.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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My companion to this
Last journey
A cicada shell
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Cicada Shell
My companion to this
Last journey
A cicada shell
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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on the tree bark
a cicada shell
its song remembered
haiku by Ben Gieske
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Death Sticking On A Bark Of A Tree
as i walk today
under the trees
when rain starts
to pour and i
take shelter
to find a
a cicada
unmoving by
the side
of a bark of
a tree
light and empty
only a shell
left-over of life
clinging still
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wings Of Fair-Hair
August is the origin in us it rises.
The sky of song of the cicada, watch the sun.
Clear wings of fair-hair she has left undone,
with heat by the falls around us.
Sand crane of the dunes hoovering.
Left, us it' which is felt.
So it is heavy and heavy it is So, it is.
Emptied the grip which should be broken off freely, it.
And that you must be settled,
August because it is short than exact.
By September her journey' It has arrived.
Cicada's exacted simply,
from the ground, At the time of her sun.
poem by Is It Poetry
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In shaded oak crowns
A cicada chorus sings.
Crickets chirp at night.
haiku by Paul Hartal
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first date
cicada and me
seventeen
haiku by Ben Gieske
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at the waterfall
trees rain down
cicada trills
haiku by Ben Gieske
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A mantis stalking a cicada is unaware of an oriole behind.
Duet for heaven and earth
Cicada at dusk -
do you know how sweetly sing
the stars, with your voice?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A Reaper
He dances with his shadow
To the tune of cicada's chirp
In the middle of the night.
Harvest has stolen by an unknown,
The poor farmer's beholden
And how he shows his indignation?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Stillness
Stillness--
the cicada's cry
drills into the rocks.
Translated by Robert Hass
poem by Matsuo Basho
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Cicada laughing,
Evening wind whispers in field.
Moon flower dreaming.
haiku by Janice Windle
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From The Crevices
In the cover
of darkness
or full daylight
only the cicada knows
his torturous path
from subterranean
to flight.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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I whiled through the sounds
Frog's grunts, cicada's buzz saw
But not finding yours
Only the memory heard
A soothing wind-borne whisper
Divided
You are divided
For now, for now
You are divided
For now, for now
You are divided
I have a wish, I want to learn
I wish to see, and I want to affirm
That what I see in reflection day to day
Isnt all I am
Say what you see
When you close your eyes and glide
The only shell who could
Circumvent the tide
Sheds of himself
That tells us what he knows
And a piece of him will stay
When the rest of him
Goes
You are divided
For now, for now
You are divided
You are divided
For now, for now
You are divided
I have a wish, I want to learn
I wish to see, and I want to affirm
That what is here, broken record everyday
Isnt all there is
Say what you see, when you close your eyes and glide
The only shell, to circumvent the tide
Shells out himself, and tells us what he knows
A piece of him will stay
A piece of him to stay, helps me grow
The piece of you
That makes you, you
That part stays
You are divided
The piece of you
That makes you, you
That part stays
You are divided
Ahhhhh, ahhhh
Youre only divided
The piece of you
That makes you, you
That piece stays
You are divided
The piece of you
That makes you, you
Dont be afraid
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There Is Peace
in an early morning
walk
along a path
winding through
the hillside
just the wind
brushing with the leaves
of trees
and some interfering
cicada cacophony
this hot summer
day
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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