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a buzzing noise

by Charlie Morgan

not alone, cicadas rattling outside.
sitting at my electric post for the day;
constantly checking that horrid clock.

watching it eat up my time;
by the seconds and minutes.

one locust shell is my reflecting pond.

a sign of metamorphisis; of changlings?
was a clock responsible for his death?
the minute hand that dealt the final blow?

someone step forward; this cicada had a life.
someone stole it from him, from his family.
i want the culprit; probably my nemesis too.

one day my shell will be left, i will have gone.
i want to make a buzzing noise of life til then.

07/22/2010

Posted on 07/22/2010
Copyright © 2019 Charlie Morgan

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/22/10 at 07:56 PM

That second to last stanza says it all, man. Just beautiful.

Posted by Joe Cramer on 07/22/10 at 11:34 PM

... excellent....

Posted by Shonda Creemer on 07/23/10 at 02:34 AM

chaz...i love your buzzing...see above. ;)

Posted by Paul Lastovica on 07/23/10 at 08:33 PM

it's a strangely soothing noise =) this poem, your words, those locusts in the trees. Even, sometimes, the steady tick of the seconds hand.

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 07/24/10 at 08:54 PM

that's all we can really do right, keeping buzzing until we can buzz anymore?

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 07/27/10 at 11:03 PM

There noise can be maddning at times, Good poem Charlie.....CharMin

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 07/29/10 at 03:11 PM

You need not worry, Charlie. Your words and your poetry make enough of a buzz that renders you too memorable to ever be an empty shell...in this world or the next.

Posted by Maude Curtis on 07/29/10 at 08:19 PM

Charlie. Buzz away we are all listening and when you are but only a shell we'll smile and say remember when.

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