"lovebugs" poems
They're flying around now
and I'm on 2% so
I need to write this one fast-
Maybe, these lovebugs
are what's spreading this, along with
the quickening of the heart inside
with the warmth
And maybe if I catch enough lovebugs
I won't have to love you anymore.
Or maybe, just maybe,
if you catch a lovebug,
you'll love me, and I can keep loving you,
just like I always have.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
Selective mates.
Bugs' unconcern manifests;
Eagles dwindle, die.
May 6, 2011
May 6, 2011 at 7:43 AM UTC
It is love bug season again in Florida,
where they flock to the windshields
of the world to die by the dozens.
I wince at each small pop,
cringe at the light going out
as life comes and goes
so quickly, again again again...
Love like life is fickle,
love like life is cold--
even here in warm Florida summers--
Even here, where the bugs flock
at ninety miles an hour
down this dark stretch of I-75.
Coming to love, coming to live,
sweeping out into the street,
pop, pop, pop.
wrong place, wrong time.
again again again...
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
2005
sunday
first day of spring
The world may start to come alive
Before in coffee shops viewed the world as gray
Now we hear the birds sing, wedding bells ring, queen bees that sting,
Wellspring
Shaking off winter chills and enter springtime blues
Here comes the sun
The hills with vivid colors and lovebugs and crazy daisies
Kids running crazy
Screaming, water guns
The weather becomes lazy
And starts looking hazy
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
Snowing
leaves in May
astray,
the leaves
in the breeze
weave;
blowing the dead
of winter away.
The pine-needles,
boughs, in precess
precede, indeed the Dance in May.
Lovebugs
lead the Bur ****
- in trance-
squalls
from mockingbirds enhance
the sweet Ballet of May.
Butterflies
pass the Alms Tray
in hands
of ants and flies and sand-
to the congregation of
honey bees
and hummingbirds
who await-
the Yellow Rose's bouquet.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC