Kelly Kurt

Gold Star - 206,566 Points (1/14/1958 / Cedar Rapids Iowa)

Grasshoppers - Poem by Kelly Kurt

The old, pea-graveled alley behind the church
Over-grown with grasses and weeds
Came alive today
Chain reactions of bounding chaos
One camouflaged cricket cousin would spring
Landing among his brethren, setting them to leap
Cascading north and south, east and west
Like popcorn in a skillet, the motion swelled, then subsided
The seven year old in me couldn’t resist
I waded carefully into the swarm
Mindful of where I stepped
Intent on triggering a riot, and securing a slowpoke
The alley erupted in anarchy as I snatched for my prize
Pelted from my waist down by the panicked pouncers
A few, clinging to my clothing
Quickly, I placed my palm over the one on my hip
Enfolding it gently into my hand
Just as I remembered from my childhood days
The anxious insect was strong
Tickling my palm as it tried in vain to escape
I held it for only a few seconds
Those seconds took me back fifty years
As I opened my hand, the grasshopper immediately sprang
Landing almost ten feet and five decades away

Topic(s) of this poem: insect, insects, life, nature

Comments about Grasshoppers by Kelly Kurt

  • (7/17/2016 1:03:00 PM)

    The grasshoppers spring and you spring back to your childhood. Bri's right about those two lines.
    Marvellous conclusion.
    Well done.
    tom Billsborough
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    Kelly Kurt (7/17/2016 2:04:00 PM)

    Just yesterday I caught one again and thought of this poem.

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  • Melvina Germain (11/8/2015 7:07:00 AM)

    Awww this took me back to my childhood when I played in Grasshopper field and enjoyed every moment. One of my favorite insects. A remarkable memory, it was a peaceful time for me alone with the grasshoppers...Thank you for taking me back Kelly...triple 10 plus..... (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (11/8/2015 3:20:00 PM)

    My recollections of childhood are idyllic. I am glad I could take you back there

  • Bri Edwards (9/30/2015 8:44:00 PM)

    should i really read this? it has so many comments already! ! ! and other poets' poems are starving for attention. ok, i'll read it. it had BETTER be good! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

    “panicked pouncers” ………….. priceless poetry!

    favorite lines:

    “As I opened my hand, the grasshopper immediately sprang
    Landing almost ten feet and five decades away” …………………….. again with priceless!

    I almost hate to do it, but I’ll send this to MyPoemList and this poet to my favorite poets list as well. this would be a hit in October’s showcase on my site. what do you say? hey?

    ok, I’m glad I read it. :) bri
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    Kelly Kurt (9/30/2015 9:10:00 PM)

    Thank you, Bri. It seems some of my better? poems involve nature and memory. I sincerely hope I am not starving other poems of an audience. I read and comment on dozens every day. I would be happy to have Grasshoppers appear in your showcase.

  • (9/28/2015 4:40:00 AM)

    I am going to catch myself a cricket to take me back 60years.
    I can feel the grasshoppers tickling my legs while reading this poem.
    Brilliant finishing line.-10
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    Kelly Kurt (9/28/2015 11:07:00 AM)

    ``Thank you. I think crickets are more lucky than grasshoppers.: -)

    Kelly Kurt (9/28/2015 11:05:00 AM)

    Thank you. I think crickets are more lucky than grasshoppers.: -)

  • Bhargabi Dei Mahakul (9/25/2015 7:49:00 AM)

    Mindful of where I stepped and found this poem very amazing here with wise vision really. Nice...10 (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (9/25/2015 11:27:00 AM)

    Thank you, Ma'am. It is one of my favorites

  • Kim Barney (9/23/2015 3:11:00 PM)

    Tried to leave a comment on this poem yesterday, but got the
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    message. Will try again now.
    This is a wonderful poem. You have such a skill for choosing the right words to use. I was right there with you, grasshoppers clinging to my legs. I felt the hopper struggling in my hand (I had all my fingers back then) .
    The only thing you forgot to tell about was how the hopper spit what we used to call 'tobacco juice' in your hand!
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    Kelly Kurt (9/23/2015 7:15:00 PM)

    Thanks, Kim. Yes, this site has many technical problems.
    I remember the black crud they spit when captured but I was spared this time.

  • Amitava Sur (9/21/2015 5:56:00 PM)

    Aaah, enjoyed the whole poem specially the very well thought last line.

    Landing almost ten feet and five decades away
    As if childhood seen and childhood went, way back to long 5 decades earlier.
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    Kelly Kurt (9/21/2015 7:00:00 PM)

    Thank you, Amitava. I had a large field in my back-yard when I was a child and spent many happy hours playing there

  • Pamela Sinicrope (9/21/2015 5:02:00 PM)

    That's beautiful. Someone challenged me to think back to what was authentic and important in my childhood... And grasshoppers, fireflies, crickets, praying mantis, and daddy long legs were at the top of that list! I never tired of chasing after them. Thanks for sharing your memory. I like your writing style and word choice. The interplay of hopping time(memory) with the grasshopper took me there! Lovely. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (9/21/2015 6:58:00 PM)

    Thank you, Pamela. The simple things, especially nature, take me back so easily

  • (9/19/2015 11:19:00 PM)

    ............ha ha, love this :) ...a pleasure to read about my friend the grasshopper,
    I'm very pleased you didn't hurt him ★
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    Kelly Kurt (9/20/2015 12:01:00 AM)

    Thanks, SP. I would never intentionally harm a living thing. There must have been over a hundred of them, some with wings.

  • Akhtar Jawad (9/19/2015 1:31:00 AM)

    I held it for only a few seconds
    Those seconds took me back fifty years
    As I opened my hand, the grasshopper immediately sprang
    Landing almost ten feet and five decades away
    Interesting, you have left much for the reader, to give it a meaning of his choice.
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    Kelly Kurt (9/19/2015 1:17:00 PM)

    Thank you, Akhtar. I enjoy writing that may or may not lead the reader to one conclusion, but leaves the door open to a personal meaning.

  • Albert Ahearn (9/18/2015 3:27:00 AM)

    Very good! The imagery and use of alliteration is enviable. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (9/18/2015 1:01:00 PM)

    Thank you, Albert. I like sneaking in a little alliteration just to liven things up a bit.: -)

  • Roop Rekha Bhaskar (9/14/2015 3:16:00 AM)

    enjoyed reading this one. We relive childhood after years when in childhood those moments were nothing but fun and thrill. some sentences are so capturing just like the grasshopper
    Like popcorn in a skillet,
    Landing almost ten feet and five decades away
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    Kelly Kurt (9/14/2015 11:55:00 AM)

    The child-like fun and thrill of such things has never left me.
    Thank you, Roop

  • Madathil Rajendran Nair (9/13/2015 8:22:00 PM)

    What a beautiful narration of a childhood memory! (10) (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (9/14/2015 12:54:00 AM)

    Thank you, Madathil. It was special for me

  • Daniel Brick (9/13/2015 9:55:00 AM)

    I like density in a poem, not weight or verbosity, but those carefully chosen details that make imagery more than just
    sensation. This shades into meaning. The very first line shows this quality as you give the exact setting in THE OLD PEA GRAVELED ALLEY. YOU do not appear until line 9 because the grasshoppers are the vividly evoked stars! This a poem of recovered memory. Memories can be automatic, the person passive. Not here: you are the stage manager of this scene, participating directly in something more than just acknowledging the present repeating the past. You consciously enter that field of POUNCERS to capture one and hold it - It.s that tactile image you're after. Like a latter day doubting Thomas, you have to t-o-u-c-h as well as see the past in the present. You are only taking a few steps through space, but you are moving across 50 years of time. And in the last line space and time collapse into each other in the poem's final element of density: the released grasshopper lands ABOUT TEN FEET AND FIFTY YEARS AWAY. Symbolically, you have verified your identity: you and that distant boy are truly one being, and that is the wholeness of being you your-self.
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    Kelly Kurt (9/13/2015 12:06:00 PM)

    If you don't take your talents as a review writer and go professional, you are depriving the world of your insight, knowledge and gifts! It is like you are inside my head. Yes! I needed to feel that grasshopper's strength in my folded hand. Yes, I was totally and intentionally in the moment as I waded in. Memories are stored in different places according to sense. Smell. sound, taste, sight and touch, so when retained and recalled by more than one sense, the memory is stronger.
    I am that little boy, I am the older man, I am more than the sum of both and it was that sum that wrote of my joyful encounter with nature.

  • Elena Sandu (9/13/2015 6:03:00 AM)

    Most amazing pen, great creation, thank you for share, such a joy to read, felt it as magic time travel poem! (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (9/13/2015 12:09:00 PM)

    Thank you, Elena. It was magic time travel for me

  • Geeta Radhakrishna Menon (9/13/2015 3:27:00 AM)

    Kelly, i am delighted to read this poem on a Grasshopper. As a kid, i too enjoyed running around with my friends trying to catch a Grasshopper or a Butterfly. Lovely poem! Reminded me of my childhood! (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (9/13/2015 12:08:00 PM)

    Thank you, Geeta. The incident carried me back as well

  • Hazel Durham (9/12/2015 12:24:00 PM)

    Outstanding write! That explodes with the memories of your youth and your love and appreciation of nature, with beautifully crafted lines that paint a picture so enticing and lovingly embraced by you now. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (9/12/2015 4:06:00 PM)

    It truly did transport me, Hazel. Thanks

  • Tan Pratonix (9/11/2015 12:50:00 PM)

    Superb! What a lovely poem! You are a master of the art. The last line is sheer class! (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (9/11/2015 2:30:00 PM)

    Thank you so much, Tan. I am truly appreciative of your comments.

    Tan Pratonix (9/11/2015 1:21:00 PM)

    Given you a 10/10.

  • Valsa George (9/11/2015 11:22:00 AM)

    One camouflaged cricket cousin would spring
    Landing among his brethren, setting them to leap
    Cascading north and south, east and west
    Like popcorn in a skillet, the motion swelled, then subsided

    What fantastic way of presenting....! 'The motion swelling like the popcorn in the skillet.'.... is just beautiful!
    I always wanted to write a poem on grasshoppers, but couldn't! Really enjoyed this entertaining write, Kelley!
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    Kelly Kurt (9/11/2015 2:28:00 PM)

    Thank you, Valsa. I think I enjoy writing about nature, especially my interaction with it, better than other subjects

  • Bill Galvin (9/11/2015 10:28:00 AM)

    Beautifully crafted, Kelly... thanks for bringing the reader with you. -BG (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (9/11/2015 2:26:00 PM)

    Thank you, Bill. I am glad I could take you with me.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 11, 2015

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