Ph: Oklahoma: Killing Cicada Killers Comments

Friendship can be offered to so many things, There are ‘Friends' of the Earth, Air and Sea, But the friendship I now am remembering Was unique, just Cicadas and me. .........beautiful! ;) hey brian, i DID send a comment to your sis about HER comment. i guess i then forgot one for YOU! i like hung palpably. my boyhood home also had cicadas (17 year locust we called them) , and a very large elm tree! then i guess the dutch elm disease may have gotten it. Propelled up like they knew that heaven was near, ..........OR maybe it was the heat from Hell driving them upward! We would wait for the show on our screen. .........even though you DID say you had no TV (and we know it was SO LONG AGO that you had no computer) , i think today many of us, readers, have screen in our minds as tv or pc screens, so that we might not think you meant window or door screens; i know I WAS confused at first! Ths is the moment my poem must turn dark, Cicada killers come to the scene. ............at first i thought you and your sis were turning killers; when you mentioned drowning i DID think of 'murder'. but i'm glad it turned out to be another who was the killer..........and it was only 'killing' to feed its young. can you REALLY blame it for following the 'laws of nature' or 'law of the jungle'? ? but, you were just a gentle little kid then; why are you crying now, ya big baby! :) not only is mate/conflate a great rhyme (as so many here are) , but you've introduced me to a new-to-me word, conflate, which i am sure to remember for how many seconds? ANOTHER FAVORITE STANZA: it screams! Yes it screams! There's just no other word! How it screams all the way to the ground! Such a cry that your soul inside you is stirred, Even now my eyes tear at this sound. I DON'T THINK i'd want to be anyone attacking one of your loved ones when you are around! do you carry a gun, or a fly swatter? :) bri ...........thanks for sharing. ok....maybe a 10. and it goes to MyPoemList.

Dear Sir, Very deep and elaborate description here and nice imagination. thanks for nice read.

Very distinct imagery, Brian, brings back sweet memories. When younger we lived on top of a mountain, with 75 acres, cicadas would join together creating a very loud buzzing sound. I'd sit on our huge front porch and just listen to them, trying to figure in what direction they were hiding. My sisters and I would go out and check every tree, finding their shells stuck to their trunks, pulling them off and putting them in a jar. What for, I don't think we really thought about it, we just did it for something to do. 10 plus.

This ironically long and sweet at the same time. We lose friends we lose ourselves.

This is an amazing poem with a distinct style of narration. As children most of us have killed insects, wasp, etc. almost instinctively. I agree with Lorraine Colon that you richly deserve a emphatic 10 for this.

What an amazing poem! I used to get annoyed by their loud buzzing sound. But I think I could actually enjoy the sound, now that I know more about cicadas. Thoroughly enjoyable poem - a true 10!