magic bugs
magic bugs
in the undergrowth make you wonder
what mechanisms course through their not -very -veins
below their silver skins below silver skeins
of moon light the way they
change, mouthparts seeming one way , then
another in the tricky light- quiet
sounds of click and whisper in the night as
they
rearrange the twigs and branches on the ground
and braid the furze
to greet the day
with a forest like
vision on acid -words etched
and hidden everywhere shifting half-meanings hid
in what is still everyday and growing -and
which bugs are they? you might catch one
in the gloaming , and crush it in your hand
the tiny machines to reveal -but then
a thousand lights like fireflies
might gather round you
and decorate the forest
with strands of your hair
and scraps of your scent (the missing
persons hounds to confounde- ) even - echoes
of your laughter and wonder, as you beheld
the truth behind the secrets of the morning
and went - glad
in the going
with that knowledge
(even so, cyber -entomologist and
seeker of secrets -
even so
might you go).
2011.
very nice, peter, thank you very much. it had been too long since you posted something here yourself.
ReplyDeletewhat an experience!
ReplyDeleteloved the way you made this a journey into awareness...
so mystical and beautiful...
namaste!
Thanks, you guys.
ReplyDeleteWe don't have enough poems about bugs!
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