I've never seen the flowers bloom
nor heard the birds in spring.
I'll never witness falling snow
that blankets everything.
I don't recognize a world in white
nor autumn's golden glow.
I've never seen great flocks in V's
and don't know where they go.
The world is huge and damp and hot beneath a yellow star.
I seek a mate to bond with me
and don't go very far.
There is no time to socialize
nor recognize my kin,
for I am here to do one job,
then die 'fore I begin.
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Reviewed by Monette Bebow-Reinhard (Reader)
Reviewed on September 4, 2005
Awwwwww. Poor mayfly. Never liked the buggers, until now. Thanks for the write!
Monette
You've made me think of the Mayfly in Ohio. I haven't thought of them in YEARS. Little black bugs, if I remember right, their only purpose was to...procreate...there'd be MILLIONS of them, like Karen (twin sis) said, especially around Lake Erie. If you were at Cedar Point Amusement Park during Mayfly season, you didn't dare open your mouth on the rides to scream...LOL or you'd have a mouth full *ewww GROSS LOL*
I, too, enjoyed this one--thanks for the memory jog
makes me think of the mayflies we'd see in ohio. there'd be millions of them, especially if we went up to the lake! then they'd be ALL OVER the place! great write!
(((HUGS))) and love, your texas friend, karen lynn. :D
Exceptional portrayal of life in a place different than my own. This is why I love poetry. I get to trespass upon territory unknown for me. I have my seasons and a Mayfly is Rainbow trout food for me. Your poetry is fluid and speaks of truths only a pure thinker can come up with. Thank you for sharing.
Susan
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Monette
You've made me think of the Mayfly in Ohio. I haven't thought of them in YEARS. Little black bugs, if I remember right, their only purpose was to...procreate...there'd be MILLIONS of them, like Karen (twin sis) said, especially around Lake Erie. If you were at Cedar Point Amusement Park during Mayfly season, you didn't dare open your mouth on the rides to scream...LOL or you'd have a mouth full *ewww GROSS LOL*
I, too, enjoyed this one--thanks for the memory jog
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, your texas friend, karen lynn. :D
Susan