poem for writing_101
One Day
Trees, large, loom and crowd around,
Tightly packed, with the water below me.
My birth.
Emergence from the mire,
Begun with the rising of the sun.
When it is born over the horizon, so am I.
Moving, growing, feeding.
Then in the fetid, humid midafternoon...
No anger... no hatred of the world
For my short time,
I mate.
Only the plodding of life
Cources through my chitinous body.
When the evening cools, I lay my eggs
In the tepid pools.
And lay my life down.
One day is all I am given, it is all I know.
The beauty of one day from birth
To death.
Catching the air inder my translucent wings...
Following the sun.
cross-posted in writing_101
Trees, large, loom and crowd around,
Tightly packed, with the water below me.
My birth.
Emergence from the mire,
Begun with the rising of the sun.
When it is born over the horizon, so am I.
Moving, growing, feeding.
Then in the fetid, humid midafternoon...
No anger... no hatred of the world
For my short time,
I mate.
Only the plodding of life
Cources through my chitinous body.
When the evening cools, I lay my eggs
In the tepid pools.
And lay my life down.
One day is all I am given, it is all I know.
The beauty of one day from birth
To death.
Catching the air inder my translucent wings...
Following the sun.
cross-posted in writing_101