Best Mayflies Poems

Mayflies
by Michael R. Burch

These standing stones have stood the test of time
but who are you
          ...

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ephemeral   cloud  
zillion  life  cycles  daily  
brahma sleeps  awhile 

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Notes: 
In Hindu Cosmology Brahma goes to sleep...

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These big mother mayflies
spend larval lives in mud
eating detrital crud,
then molt and take to skies
to mate, lay eggs and die
hand on to newer blood.

Freedom's brief...

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EDIT
Oct 4
Part 1. How to destress in modern life
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         A delicious languor steals over one
in the languid...

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HAIKU
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the light of day
the darkness of night
twenty-four hours

a moment in time
one blink... total darkness
a bat does not care

o summer sunshine
fourteen hours... joy... heaven
then you got...

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a remote forest,

its pond motionless, moonlit;

a sudden cloud of Mayflies

sweeps down across the water:

sudden, ghostly koi feeding

w/ thrashing and leaping,

only to vanish in time....

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When God makes a plan for a king
It is God’s plan not the King’s
When a king strays from true purpose 
As an unfavorable appendage growth...

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The ring of the sun 
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This poem was inspired by the photograph titled, 'Running Legs,' by Lisette Model.


I was an experienced hiker, who had rambled down many famous trails,
Like earth's...

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Sonnet LXXXI-LXXXIX

Day, and Night
by Michael R. Burch

The moon exposes pockmarked scars of craters;
her visage, veiled by willows, palely looms.
And we who rise each day to...

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The hummingbird moths are out tonight.  
They flitter in between my thoughts
And cause my brain to hum.
Are they really bugs or just misplaced birds?
We...

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mayflies hatching
brown trout awaiting
chalk stream splash...

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The Meandering Brook
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the brook meanders across the moorland,
dividing heather and bracken with banks
adorned with wetland flora, looking grand.
sandy patches, fauna can fill their tanks.

birds of...

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I dip my toes into the lake  
beneath our dock of Summers gone. 
Chilled skin meets sun, soft in their wake 
as Mayflies hum...

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Would you still love Me, my honey sweet dear?
If The nectar of honey seized its eternal drops
Would there still be hope for you to love...

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