poet Marieta Maglas

Marieta Maglas

The Last Cicada

The sadness scattered
over the walls resonating
with what was
in the heart
of the mountain.
No sound could be heard.
A myriad of eyes belonging to cicadas
were shrouded in mist.

A somewhat long-winded
like a speech
surrounded the sky.
Maybe it was an echo,
a sesquipedalian one.
It wasn't breathless at all.

Nothing could have saved
nature around.
Neither of the forests,
neither of the birds,
and neither of the bears
could survive.....
Nothing more
could have been done.

All the moving peaks became
small stones, as solitary
as the moon,
at the fugitive horizon.
The last cicada

Everything became motionless.
There were only the shadows
of the trees
to follow the sunbeams.
The nature game
turned detrimentally
into a disaster.

In an illuminated city,
a man bought
a lovely bouquet of red roses
wanting to bestow
what it is considered to be
a symbol of romance.
This man needed
to express his love
and to let his woman know
how he feels about her.
This man disappeared.
He was the last one.
Nothing could have saved him.
Nothing more
could have been done.

Copyright © Marieta Maglas

Topic(s) of this poem: city, disaster, earth, love, nature, romance, rose

Poem Submitted: Friday, October 10, 2014
Poem Edited: Saturday, September 10, 2016

Form: Blank Verse

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Written after reading Chinese poems like ''Passing Abandoned Pao-ch'ing Temple'' by Ssu-k'ung shu

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Comments about The Last Cicada by Marieta Maglas

  • Fabrizio FrosiniFabrizio Frosini (12/15/2014 8:00:00 AM)

    Nice poem, Marieta. Can I ask: did you have also -maybe- that haiku from Matsuo Bashō [« deep silence – / the shrill of cicadas / seeps into rocks »] in your mind when writing your poem?

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  • Valsa GeorgeValsa George (11/21/2014 10:38:00 PM)

    When Earth is destroyed of its pristine qualities and its verdure, all creatures will perish.... even the cicadas! They cannot survive in frost! So the nights are going to be dreadfully still! Enjoyed!

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  • Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (11/12/2014 2:51:00 AM)

    Scientists are still trying to crack this and other cicada mysteries........Marieta......Your writings are very informative
    and your style of writing is also very unique.........I like it very much

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