Poetry

[porphyry]

Although I didn't do it today, I'm often in the habit of taking a book and notebook to the park for any note taking I might have to do while the children play. But Andrew announced that he was taking his notebook, so he could work on his article. That't didn't amount to anything beyond hims asking me to write down something for him to copy (I set down the firs stanza of the Raven, which he never copied. But during lunch he said something that stuck me as being a poem and which I was able to transcribe.


Cicadas

Those are the things that we hear in the night time.
Those are the things that leave their shells.

At least he'll have some juvenilia preserved.

Comments

[malkhos.livejournal.com]

That is too wonderful. But then, his mother would say something like that.

[daoinesidh.livejournal.com]

I love it! A perfect poetic description of one of my favorite insects ... I'll never forget the lullabies they sang to us when we were camping in Greece one summer. :) :)

[eurynome1967.livejournal.com]

I love it - serious anaphora and a lovely rhythm.