Why overthink
Why care about those who don’t matter
4 hours pass
Whoever caused your pain
Whoever caused remains a who
4 hours pass
When will that person play a role again?
When will that person be important?
4 hours pass
What is the reason you feel that way
What is the reason you allowed it
4 hours pass
Where is this person relevant?
Where is this person going to stand in next years?
4 hours pass
Now it’s the final 4 hours of this day
And four more hours of sorrow
4 hours pass
The mayfly passes
In the next life if reincarnated
as a mayfly I am designated
it's good enough for me with nothing but fun
for twenty-four hours (under the sun)
until the race is run bonking here bonking there
I'll be bonking everywhere non-stop until I drop
"This week is Awareness Weak," ... by the Poet.
the first time ever
interview with a mayfly
we've time can we talk ...
Amazing to be glorious mayfly
Skimming over wetlands and ponds
People look at my wings and sigh
Iridescent colours I wield like a wand.
'tis sad my life is really fleeting
I do so love these sunny hours
Short, my life, but very pleasing
End is nigh in summer shower.
Pixabay image by: Prawny
Our first kiss was a deathless Mayfly.
Ten years onward, we sit
in a Doctor's waiting room
as sniffling strangers.
She smells of baby-puke.
Sometime later,
she tries to sell me a cellphone
in Radio Shack
(still no recognition).
Sadly Radio Shack,
like long forgotten kisses,
is now a dead Mayfly.
Note: Expanded version of Mayfly Martyrs
Such an ethereal beauty.
Petite in size but large on life.
One would not expect its duty
is solely for procreation.
Yes, just this one, and nothing more,
certainty is its life’s station.
Each stage is mostly aquatic,
feeding on plants and detritus.
Its life cycle quite dramatic.
Swarming thick as oozing slurries,
males hover above clear water.
Intrigued, the young female hurries
through the misty mass, emerging
to oviposit fertile eggs.
She ends her watery purging,
laying eggs beneath the surface.
She flails, crumpled and moribund,
or served as a fish’s room service.
Males sail to land where they perish,
having served their one prime purpose.
The process nearly nightmarish.
But beauty – the perfect cycle –
perfect in the frantic frenzy,
sinless, sacrificial spiral.
Beauty is the unforgiving
two-year metamorphosis for
one day of long, lusty living.
Such an ethereal beauty.
Petite in size but large on life.
One would not expect its duty
is solely for procreation.
Yes, just this one, and nothing more,
certainty is its life’s station.
Swarming thick as oozing slurries,
males hover above clear water.
Intrigued, the young female hurries.
Emerging the gray mass, nightmarish,
lays her eggs, then crumples lifeless.
The males sail to land and perish.
The beauty – a perfect cycle –
Perfect in the frantic frenzy,
the primal sinless spiral.
The process an unforgiving
two-year metamorphosis for
one day of long, lusty living.
MAYFLY
Just a day is all he is given
No surprise wings so driven!
Dragonfly, trout lie in wait
In turn the Angler casts his bait.
Never even time to eat
His existence is so very fleet,
Pass his genes, all else forsaking,
Millions of years in the making.
Duty done and time to die,
The river slowly drifts on by,
He floats among a countless horde,
Sleep well my friend, your line assured.
so how was your life
yeah i was expecting more
the day went so fast
By
David Kavanagh
a mayfly moment
an ephemeral
goal to preserve their breed to
five minutes of life
2019 September 04
Today is for raising verve and fervor
Today is not for the self but for the serving
Today is a rag squeezed completely dry
Today is for finding out the what and why
The soul's search continues on this day
The right door opens when you're on the right way
Grab the bull by the horns and smell the roses
Keep your head up when they look down their noses
Today is for the taking, nay, the seizing
Today is for building the fire amidst the freezing
An underappreciated and taken for granted,
Overlooked seed that's ready to get planted
So get up and ask yourself "What am I doing?"
When I look at my self, are there cheers or booing?
Today is something we'll eventually see once more
So today it's time to find truth and what's in store
Sun begins to wake
Mayfly on a summer day
final kiss goodbye
Pomegranates in full bloom
on this splendid afternoon.
Mayfly sways on blade of grass.
Lazy clouds floating past.
Sunlit pond, still as glass.
If this day could only last.
An easy breeze blows softly
through the pitch pine trees.
The mayfly knows
it's time to find the lily pad.
Squirrels in search of nuts
tucked away for such a day as this.
All creation cries with joy-
summer has arrived.
forsythia fades
redwood stands a thousand years
Mayfly lives her day.
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