The sweetest song comes when the stars abound
And the insects of the kingdom anticipate the sound.
A violinist beetle plays through the night
When his firefly cousins deliver their light.
He sits on a dew soaked stem alone,
Beneath the moonlight it becomes his throne.
He plays a tune that would make songbirds cry
And creates new life under the darkened sky.
His music bids the other beetles to sing along
And the moths and spiders work in sync with his song.
Upon his stem, his heart writes symphonies sublime,
Some dark as the sky above, others like the stars that shine.
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Author:
Alex Arnot (
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- Comment from author about the poem: One of my favorite poems I've written. I wrote it before becoming a member here, but I think it's a good one to start with.
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I remembered its one of your personal favorites, and its so for a reason. Its got such a damn nice ring to it, the entire piece.. 🙂
WELCOME ALEX ~ Thanks for your first poem ~ excellent in structure ~ three neat quatrains with rhythm and rhyme (couplets). The subject is also engaging the "insect orchestra". Beetles do indeed emit a violin type sound by rubbing their back legs together.I Iove the blend fact & fantasy in this poem ~ Thanks for sharing. Please check my poems ~ Thanks BRIAN
Thank you Brian! I'll be sure to give your poems a read!
Wow....
Thank you!
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