Books by Phyllis Jean Green
Time will tell if it was worth it, but I spent a lot of time on this. Subject is certainly worth it, just don't know if the treatment works. Feel it doesn't, let me know, ok? Thanks!! <3
Cicadas keep running bad Mozart up
too many scales. Oxymoronic d-e-d-e-e-e,
d-e-d-e-e-e s his highest high did not ink.
To think of laboring d after d, e after e,
only to have human nerves jump
on the hammers in our been-and-heard ears
not to anvil and stirrup our drums awake.
Yes, and we all know it is our cacophony
making Earth shake. Worse, we pound
out more decibels with each breath. Between
frantic Delete, Delete, Deletes
or the hard drive will crash, and we’ll be left
disconnected under a mountain of bad CD’s.
In short, all our cicada friends’ hard-made racket
crashes unheard, like the shriek of the tree
in an unmoving forest. Te-hee, te-hee,
fireflies sign at Ye Steamye Nighte Bar
as they slosh down spirits for the sparkle to play
Flashlight, Flashlight, who’s-got-the-Flashlight.
For them, children ooh and run for jars
as grown-ups wink over lightning bug tales
on porches and patios with matching bulbs,
hoping their gold may buy peace
they realize slipped off with the last island
to lose to the boombox, cellphone and Web.
Were our heads not splitting from self-made noise,
the Merce Cunninghams of the insect world
could teach us to listen, not judge.
(c) Phyllis Jean Green, July, 2004
Angels That Care
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|Reviewed by Regina Pounds
|the cicadas and the fireflies are out there now...what a wonderful, sensitive reminder to heed nature's call and lesson
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
|I salute You, Sublime Poet Phyllis Jean Green.
It is a convention that there is no poem better than the last, but I must say that this ONE is Your best on my list. This poem made me travel on the wings of the Cicada of imagination all the way to Helicon.
"Class Meets Outside Tonight" is lesson on acoustics and harmony, and a wise message on life and living, written with words from the lexicon of an artist under knowledge and grace.
May You enjoy a long healthy life through a creative living.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Marcia Duning (Reader)
|Very good, Pod. You can hear them now unless they are locusts. If so, we are in big trouble.|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Reviewed by jude forese
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
|Phyllis this is so excellent and so enjoyable.....|
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero
|Phyllis, this is you, at your best! Absolutely stunning piece.
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
i'm glad i stayed for the lesson--i miss the cicadas :)
beautiful write--well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
now what i want to know is, did i pass? :)
|Reviewed by Helga Ross
|This is in a Word: SUPERB!|