Lady Fly Away From My Blind Sunlight

Another brief encounter

Look, the ladybug’s

sticky thorax, sticking to finger tips,

crawling stuck palm lines

as an inhale

 

gust of whispers

and unspoken wishes

wisp the seen away

 

and literal dead air erases

waves of want and sound,

written dark but spoken light,

like scattered shaved wax in wet shreds

that float from a pencil’s burnt end

 

and scratch ink stained lead,

a consequence of vocal chords.

 

She is still, sticky, sympathy for me.

 

No, wait to see the wings of her eyes,

dotted black on crimson

as she flies away

from my blind sunlight.

Reviews

[DarkIriswriter]

Your mind set reminds me of someone longing in despair, lost of words.To tell the person you so long want to tell your feelings to.Your inspiration of imagery in this poem is amazing! Love it.

sara

[Silent Pacer]

Great imagery. Truly amazing, but I have a question, when you state
"as she flies away
from my blind sunlight"
what exactly are you saying? I have several thoughts anywhere from hope, to despair, and I know it also has to do with what each individuals mind chooses to see in poetry. But I am just curious what your mind set was, since I see many different things in this piece.
still none the less, you're very talented at poetry.

[Kasey Klein]

Hi Travis.

"vocal chords" is a brilliant play on words. Stunning.

Again, a beautiful rendering of a mundane event.

[Sandra K]

So pretty! I has the happiest little girl when i was able to play with a lady bug!!

Thanks for sharing it brings back memories!!!

: P

[Vince]

holy moly this one's exceptional. Took me to places I don't think I'd ever go, a macro shot of a ladybug in her prime. I used to play with ladybugs all the time when I was a little kid. I used catch them in the cup of my hand and get a clear jar and stick some twigs and leaves in there, cover the top with cellophane and poke a few air holes. Usually it would get about a week before it died. It was really something. Definitely inspired me. I was thinking the other day about summer and everything associated with it, the beach, the humidity, the ladybugs, the cicadas. Thanks for the jump-start!

[Kelly Scheppers]

Your mind is simply fascinating, Travis! What an incredible piece of inspiration!

[J.P.O.et]

Ok, I got a major problem with ladybugs also as the local college was doing a study using them and things went haywire, now they are everywhere and do get into the house by hundreds. Who knew ladybugs were the scourge of America? As for the writing, it was pretty good, I also liked the last verse but was wondering if this was more than a nature poem.
Peace Travis
J.P.O.et

[BrightEyes]

I know everyone loves ladybugs - but - we have these ladybug cross things here - they are everywhere in the spring when they migrate - and they manage to get into your house no matter what. They stink when you kill them - and they bite! Ok - had to get that out of my system hahahaha. This brings to mind, for me, a boy who loves his bugs - sitting in the summer grass and watching the ladybugs - with whimsical thoughts rushing through his mind. nicely done.

laura

[April Child]

No, wait to see the wings of her eyes,
dotted black on crimson
as she flies away
from my blind sunlight

There are some great descriptions here although I have to admit I am not sure what its about... I think that last stanza there is about hope, or at least I like to think it is. I am reading and feeling alot about hope right now, maybe its the time of year, spring and all that..

[No One Important]

You paint a picture here, one of loss and also ironically of hope...I liked it...