Summer Insects
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High-pitched
crickets drone
like a phone off the hook.
Waking from a dream, I ask,
“Won’t somebody please
hang it up?”
~ Colleen Redman
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July 26th, 2011 6:08 pm
haha..yes it does sound like that a bit…i kinda find it soothing when i sleep with the windows open…
July 26th, 2011 6:39 pm
I like! Great description.
July 26th, 2011 7:20 pm
I love it! Yes, that’s exactly what they sound like, though I hadn’t thought of it.
July 26th, 2011 8:19 pm
So good to hear from you, Bonnie. It’s been a while.
July 26th, 2011 10:24 pm
Wonderful. But nobody will.
The other night as a storm kicked up I noticed the crickets chiming in as if they were keeping time with the music behind the drama. They have an essential role!
July 27th, 2011 2:16 am
A sublime evocation of one of life’s ordinary mysteries!
July 27th, 2011 7:54 am
What a great description.
July 27th, 2011 9:38 am
A wonderful simile, Colleen. Crickets do sound like that, though I find the sound of crickets far more pleasing than a dial tone! 🙂
July 27th, 2011 12:16 pm
Wonderful Poem, Colleen….A perfect description, my dear……And one I never would have thought of, but you are right!
July 28th, 2011 10:50 am
so true #1 above I haven’t thought about for awhile !!sandy
July 29th, 2011 3:46 am
Far more to this than meets the eye (or ear), The drone of the crickets, for me, could be any number of things that disrupt/thwart our dreams.
July 29th, 2011 6:53 am
i enjoy your clever poetry so much!