Imagination Insect Poems

 They illuminate the muse giving it that zeal
 Their gleams have a magical feel
 Enchanting us with glowing appeal

 They are loved by all...

Read More

Climbing ivy draws and flowers, delight,
Agapema anon a Saturn moth. 
Saturniidae family has spanned life
short, longer if bigger, three weeks--like Hoth,
blind god tricked by Loki...

Read More

A colourful array of falsehoods
Intricately designed disguises 
Fools, fortunes, phantoms
Masks clinging on their faces
 Lives hidden away by an illusory veils
Veils that cannot be removed
Cannot...

Read More

I awoke as a spider
With eight legs planted
Steady I stood there
Level not slanted

Which is not bad
With nothing to prove
Until I was bored
And needed to move

Eight...

Read More

sick and tired of regimentation ~ then why’d you join my army ants

said the queen to a pretender ~ who wanted to get inside her...

Read More

Musing with Caren Krutsinger’s musings. I love
our dear poet’s imagination. Thank you, Caren
for allowing me to use your poem and a few phrases
from your poem....

Read More

Once I saw a purplish oblong tangerine,
Standing near the hydrant on Sixty-first
I wondered what it could possibly mean, 
Then, I was overcome with dreadful thirst
When...

Read More

my child, thru this prism
is how the dragonfly sees
life in a myriad of perception
and what i wish for you to learn
from this prism, these words
are...

Read More

THE SNAPDRAGONS BATTLE 
Every snapdragon strives to fill its own spaceWith hues of color, on our eyes they do grace
But; it is a battle to...

Read More

One reason ants move instinctively
                    ...

Read More

Midnight flashing lights

tree huggers dancing around

like festivities.

Should I join them for the night

Or ensnare this happiness?



Written: 03/11/22
an entry to "Firefly Tanka Poetry Contest"...

Read More

She casts a spell
in the open air, 
Over, grass and flower.
It shimmers brightly and catches the light 
turning splendidly to strands of silver
that twirl silently...

Read More

Gossamer silk strings were woven into a work of art.
Dandling from a shrub and glittering with dawn impart
As dainty as a mutter, obliterated by an...

Read More

Ants work like busy little bees,                   ...

Read More

I remember the day Frankenstein was made,                  ...

Read More