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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Excellent stuff here, man 🙂 Good to see a familiar face on a familiar platform sharing his art. Simple and effective, with creative hues of colour through words! Solid!!
Thank you Cyrus, glad to see you again too!
Never thought about writing with bugs. Other than bee’s, but they don’t count. lol
Enjoyed this.
The first and probably only time I’ll use bugs in a literal sense lol! Thanks Jerome!
I love the flow of this poem. And the story within it. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you Midnight Train, glad you liked it!
“He plays a tune that would make songbirds cry”.. definitely not mainstream, & definitely a great thing 😉 the ending is incredible as well.. good work, as I already expected 🙂
Thank You Nebojsa! This is an old one, but still my favorite!
This piece flows so well and you’ve done an outstanding job doing a poem on insects. Love the “songbird” part. Very impressed by this overall!
Thank you Jarid! It started out as a funny thought of a beetle playing violin then became this!
this is absolutely amazing write…just a poem could resonate a beetle’s sound so brilliantly…that is the height of imagination and creativity….your write is mesmerising…..
Thank you! I was aiming to make the imagery reminiscent of something Erik Carl might write.
Beautiful imagery, I love this!!
Thank you!