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Wide, blue pools reflect cotton-ball clouds drifting across a canvas of endless sky. A blade of grass, a towering giant in a sun-dappled jungle, whispers secrets only explorers with bare feet can hear. A ladybug, a fiery jewel deposited on an emerald throne, becomes a fleeting treasure claimed with a gleeful squeal.
A twig, a wand charged with whispered spells, conjures cardboard castles that pierce the clouds. Heroes, small but brave, learn to fly on invisible wings of make-believe, scaling fortresses against imagined foes. A tear, a fallen star, traces a glistening path down a scraped knee, but the night sky unfolds, a vast tapestry of distant stars that wink and mend the wound.
Puddles dance, reflecting the endless blue, a shimmering portal leading to uncharted territories. A stick, a bridge of courage held firm, conquers the vast unknown. A seashell, pressed against a curious ear, sings lullabies of the ocean, secrets whispered by the tide. Friends huddle close, a conspiratorial knot, sharing whispered dreams in the hushed cathedral of a seashell.
Sunlight paints a ballet across the leaves in the whispering forest, where ancient trees, wise and silent, share stories with those who know how to listen. Cardboard squares transform into a bustling city bathed in firefly light. Here, dolls and dragons find companionship under a sky painted with dreams.
A smooth pebble, cool against a searching palm, whispers forgotten tales of giants slumbering beneath the earth. Fingerprints leave rainbows across a canvas, a world reborn in a burst of colour. Laughter, a melody echoing across boundless fields, chases away shadows and paints the world with pure joy.
This is their kingdom, a tapestry woven from whispers and laughter, a world where the impossible becomes real and giants slumber beneath fields of dreams. A place where hearts soar on wings of imagination, forever untouched by the harsh edges of the grown-up world. Let us step inside, perhaps just for a moment, and rediscover the magic that sleeps within us all.
Toadstools shouldn’t tower so;
A blade of grass be taller than I.
One raindrop shouldn’t get me soaked;
A ladybug look me in the eye.
Something seems amiss, I say;
This really is an awful surprise -
Either I’ve woken in a land of giants,
Or shrunken one hundredth of my size.
If it were a dream I’m in,
I wouldn’t have felt that pinch.
It seems to me a mile today,
Yesterday was just an inch.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have yelled at Mom
And screamed I wanted to live someplace else;
Perhaps that tantrum I threw last night
Shrunk me down smaller than an elf.
What can I do to regain my size
And have normalcy return?
I would say, I am sorry and hug my Mom
If my family I could rejoin.
Being bad really makes you small;
In many more ways than just one.
I have learned this lesson for myself -
Behaving is much more fun.
Sunshine’s leisure graces her poise
flapping upward ‘pon nature’s call,
polka-dotted, the field enjoys
buzzes of hum with each landfall;
as cluster of leaves waves its shawl.
The tender ribs of light enshrine
her painted bodice that saves crops,
one wiggle snares pests in whooping line
while harvest thrills bug’s toil, non-stop
farmer's lady, tough yet divine.
Off she skates toward heavenly
a good luck charm that boldly flows,
on moonlit gloss like spring fairy
with dulcet wings, her flight bestows
unmindful of the heap she sows!
Whimsy in English Quintain Contest
Sponsored by Francine Roberts
( Ladybug)
1 May 2013
The rains had stopped.
The waterfall was flowing.
So I took a walk across the pond.
I did not use my feet, oh no;
for I had none.
It was upon a lily-pad that I did ride.
And quite swift I might add.
For the water was fast at high tide.
I looked up as the sun was in my eyes.
Though I'm sure I saw a dragonfly go by.
As a shadow came down over me,
And something landed on my back,
Though I could not see who it was.
She introduced herself as Miss Ladybug.
Said she was from the other side of the pond.
And she was on her daily fly about.
We became fast friends from that day on.
And that my friends, was my trip across the pond.
11am Sat. 6 / 8 / 2013
I met a slug who told me this story, I thought it was so fascinating. I had to write it down.
Where is the butterfly
and where does it go in the wintertime
Fly away, flies the butterfly
As the snowflakes come falling down
Do the crystal white drops of dew
Fall, frighten and freeze you
Come true, come here be near
my ladybug arthropod
my dragonfly
as a kiss as in nervousness, a lady
trepidation praying mantis
I just can't stand this
As the ghostly clouds come forth
As the white frozen raindrops come from the North
As the Arctic winds blows
the cold crested white blanketed skies
Where is the butterfly
and where does it go in the wintertime
1/29/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
ladybug whispered into my arm today
my arm giggled, and tried to scoot away
ladybug would not have it and tickled her a bit
my arm laughed aloud, knowing I’d have a fit
I was in church at the time, so everyone looked
They gave me gazes that said they thought I was cooked
the ladybug scooted up to my shoulder and whispered again
Apparently, she wanted to know what kind of building she was in
I tried to relay an answer in a whisper with less noise than a kiss
An old lady gave me a mean look, and made kind of a hiss
I pointed to the ladybug, but she was no longer there.
She had flown off and was now headed for the back stair.
(a flash fiction piece)
My brother (Brice) left university, 6 months ago, like millions of other students, to shelter from COVID. After years away Mr. Annoying was back in MY world, bickeringly close and way too frequently in my business - like some half-assed adult (he just turned 22).
As school planning recently started though, I awoke one night, unnerved at the thought that he might be leaving. It was a shocking awakening to how much I need him, draw strength from him and shelter in his lee. The heart-wrenching realization of how much I would miss him was breathtaking, like that Disney ride where they suddenly drop you seven stories. I bit off half my fingernails before I finally fell asleep. =/
In the clear light of morning, it's obvious that he’ll leave again at some point and I'm dreading it now that it's flagged my awareness - and I face him with a whole new, creepy appreciation.
Yesterday afternoon...
Brice is on the sectional, with a bowl of pretzels, watching some BORING documentary.
I sneak up behind him and take his drink off the side table.
I plop down next to him - very close, I squeeze next to him, hard, like there’s no other room on the huge sectional. He gives me the side eye.
Me: “What??”
After a few minutes he reaches for his drink to find it missing - he looks around, then at me.
Me: With a mouth full of pretzels, “What??”
He gets up to find his drink (which I put in the kitchen) and that takes about 20 seconds.
While he’s gone, I change the channel to “Miraculous Ladybug”, my favorite cartoon.
When he comes back we wrestle for the remote - it takes him a couple of minutes but he’s too strong and as he begins winning, I yelled, “MOM, Brice is hurting me!” (which was cruelly ignored).
He finally gets the remote and back to his show - I straighten my hair, out of breath, and wonder how long it will take him to realize the pretzels are missing.
"The Ladybug Lesson"
I held your hand with a secret kept,
Afraid to blink in case you left.
The silence grew where laughter lived,
A hallow echo of all we give.
I didn't see it all at the time
The quite ways you crossed the line.
From tired to selfless, day by day,
While I just brushed your care away.
You showed up when the world went cold,
Carried more than you'd ever told.
But I was blind, too lost to see
The weight you bore to carry me.
And part of me still wants to cry
"I love you too, I really tried"
I thought I gave you all of me
My heart, my time, my loyalty.
But love, it seems, it's more than shown
it's felt the deepest when it's gone.
And now the silence cuts in two
Not just from missing, but from truth.
The things you did, the love you gave,
Now echo from an empty place.
Once, I caught a ladybug so small,
A child's joy in hands too tall.
I showed my mum, my proud young face,
She knelt beside me, soft with grace.
She said "if you love it, let it go
if it loves you, it will come back, you know"
But I was young, I didn't see
Why love would ever want to leave.
Now I do.
I let you go, though every thread
Of my soul and skin screamed out instead.
I feel the gap where effort was
Now it's your absence that still does.
I'm sorry for not seeing clear,
For every time you needed me near
And I was distant, blind and proud
Now its your silence that speaks loud.
But even if you don't come back,
You gave me love, and that won't lack.
And maybe that's what Mum once meant
That love is free, not meant to rent.
You gave your all, I gave you less
And now I sit with this regret.
Still, part of me, the child, hold tight
to ladybugs in fading light.
Oftentimes in writing poems I tend to glorify
the ladybug…the bumble bee and, of course, the butterfly.
In so doing I’ve ignored the moth…
I thought perhaps because they fly at night might be the reason why.
but haven’t I written many a poem about the firefly?
I imagine my reason is more of a poetic nature…
The reason when it comes to moths I haven’t found the time
is because of that word moth…it’s so hard to find a rhyme.
Today I plan to correct this omission and, hopefully, open people’s eyes
to the beauty and importance of moths…who by the way outnumber butterflies.
Moths are indicator species which means in the places that we dwell
if we see a lot of moths…our ecosystem’s doing well.
Did you know some moths fly in the day, most have an incredibly gifted nose…
and despite what many think…most moths don’t eat people’s clothes.
And though moths might not be as colorful as butterflies…when their wings unfold
the patters they reveal are a beauty and a wonder to behold.
Gee…they are important to our ecosystem…
they are beautiful…and they don’t eat cloth.
(Hey…look at that! I finally found a word that I can rhyme with moth!).
In conclusion we tend to concentrate on nature’s beauty…
the beauty we see in the bright sunlight…
but moths are proof nature has so much beauty
she also lends some to the night.
Little lady bug by my window how pretty you look
with your fragile wings and sweet tiny polka dots
Fate brought you to me like a great chinook
you landed on my heart, like a Cupid shot !
Ladybug of luck, bring me happiness if you may
If I place you on my finger, may I make a wish
will you grant me a gift before the end of day
will you grant me true love, on a silver dish
Lady fly of beauty where did you come from today
did you stop at every port or only by my house
lady beetle, messenger and harbinger of play
dance upon my palm a little longer while I douse
I've seen you around before but never at my door,
please send me a man that I surely can, adore ?
January 18, 2022
Sponsor Angela Tune
Contest Name Insects