Friday, January 13, 2017

Kerri Shying R - # 8 Heat is a creature let it fall on me


Heat is a creature let it fall on me

I can hear these fat cicada who are out   rioting with pleasure
     under the small trees at Angourie  long time back  I ran  to find the shade

to watch the others prove the manhood   jump-diving off the rock into the dark-full quarry scoop behind the sea

I can not forgive the green spring rain that fell  sent me shrieking to the sunlight
   one young womanly revelation    of just where cicada pee.


7 comments:

  1. do they?

    I suppose they must
    never thought of the little buggers that way

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    1. They do indeed. That light moisture you get under trees in summer, that is the wee of the cicada. They do it especially at high noon, when they sing the most loudly. You need a lot of them in a tree to feel it. It is actually pale green if you collect it. But if you collect it, life has gone too far.

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  2. that is another poem!
    and one worth writing I think

    a list of demonstrations that one has gone too far

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  3. I love the idea of heat being a creature which contrasts and plays with the notion of “heat creatures”. The misadventure in itself is funny. I love the irony showing manly behaviors opposed to womanly experiences. Nevertheless I feel as if the poem wasn’t exactly finished, something that perhaps has to do with the order of “sentences” or with the condensed narrative .. … I would like to have more to read actually!

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    1. Yes, this is true. I am gingerly stepping on this ground I think.

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  4. plenty of hot creatures in Kerri's part of the world right now!

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    1. Melting creatures Kit. We have finally cooled today.

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