Poets and Cicadas: A Writer Wednesday Post

June 12th, 2013 | Posted by Irene in Poetry



Peachnipples, Photo and all text © Irene O’Garden, 2013

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For days we’ve been veiled in a lovely hum. It floated in and out with cooling clouds and warm visitors on Saturday’s garden tour, and keeps us company even now.

A wonderful mystery, these cyclical singers. Seventeen years ago, to the score of their ancestors’ welcoming whirr, we moved into this house. Such spokes rolling round on the wheel of time show us both changes and stay-sames. (We no longer wash our faces in the horse-trough as we had to the first night, but wind still combs the cedars and catalpas.)

A friend recently sent this:

“Do you know the legend about cicadas? They say they are the souls of poets who cannot keep quiet because, when they were alive, they never wrote the poems they wanted to.”  —John Berger


In the interest of my soul, here’s a newborn–



Primavera: velvet-nippled peaches.

Sun-buffed oak-shoulders.  Slim-


kneed lean green grasses: fragrant

fate. Silver etching childhood-scented


fields. Apple elbows dogwood nudging

juniper. Young magnolia graduates.


Yes, lullabying doves. Yes, autumn vision

losing her precision. Yet, impeccable. Impeccable.






 Springveils, photo © Irene O’Garden, 2013

Hope you are “writing the poems” you want to—



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  • Mark R.

    thanks again for this weekly bright spot in my week…. xoxoox Mark

    • IreneOGarden

      And to you, bright fellow–

  • Jackie


    • IreneOGarden

      Thanks, Jackie!

  • Scott

    As beautiful as is autumn’s vision, spring’s surprises are even lovelier. Thank you for this week’s beautiful prose, poetry, and peach nipples!

    • IreneOGarden

      Thanks so much, dear friend!

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