283. Poetry: The Cricket Convention
The original illustration by Sans Souci was in gif form: the crickets were animated and appeared to jump on the page… click to enlarge
The Cricket Convention
©2001/post 9/11
I
How comforting
to hear the din
of the crickets’ convention
at 4 a.m.
The joy, chatter,
purring, singing, rowdy
white noise
at the grey hour between
night and day.
Lie awake and marvel
at their fearless innocence.
I think:
How lucky they are.
II
November first and it is five a.m.;
I awaken and hear the call
of one lonely cricket
who hadn’t the sense to hide
from the world
at the designated time.
Holden Caulfield [1] would ask:
What happens to the crickets in winter?
I think:
What will happen to mankind?
And:
Why isn’t man kind?
And
wonder
Could I fit where the crickets go,
would I emerge next spring
to sing at the
crickets’ convention?
III
*****
The crickets revisited
8/5/08
When I squint my ears into the seeming silence,
to find my heart’s quiet,
to see the warmth of summer evenings
slowly leaving,
I hear Christmas coming.
It is the crickets.
Hiding in the tall grass
sharing daily talk,
standing at their street corners
ringing little sleigh bells.
[1] Holden Caulfiend is a character and narrator of J.D. Salinger’s “The Catcher in the Rye.” It is a coming of age story that, despite its moments of annoying adolescent growth, has very deep moments. Holden wonders where the Central Park ducks go during the winter. It is that touching innocence that harkens back to child like qualities of New Yorkers before 9/11.
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greenwytch wrote on Aug 5, ’08
beautiful. thanks for sharing these, my friend. have a crickety tuesday! HUGS
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billatplay wrote on Aug 5, ’08
So tell me please What was the score? No chance of getting a word in there I bet?
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tulipsinspring wrote on Aug 5, ’08
You’ve captured the magic of crickets beautifully. I think they are incredible creatures, and their song always makes me feel peaceful. It’s such a soft, summer sound. They say it’s good luck to have a cricket in the house, and that one should never harm them. I wonder if that originates with Dickens’s story, which I adore.
I loved your comparisons, and do so often ask myself the same questions! I find myself wondering what happened to the little cricket you heard in November. Well done, as always!!!! |
starfishred wrote on Aug 5, ’08
wonderful sue love it
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sanssouciblogs wrote on Aug 5, ’08
billatplay said
So tell me please What was the score? No chance of getting a word in there I bet? Ha! Maybe the crickets are playing cricket??? Was that all the noise?? 🙂
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butlerdidit2 wrote on Aug 5, ’08
Crickets are very nice…with tinnitus, I have my very own cricket serenade whenever I choose to listen…lol! Really lovely poem, Sue…Thank You!
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sanssouciblogs wrote on Aug 5, ’08
butlerdidit2 said
Crickets are very nice…with tinnitus, I have my very own cricket serenade whenever I choose to listen…lol! Really lovely poem, Sue…Thank You! Well, I’ll be, maybe it’s my tinnitis!!! I have it too, sounds like steam coming up a pipe!!
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beautiful thank you. Whenever I get homesick that is one of the first things I think of. We used to have a breezeay (enclosed porch between the garage and the house) and everyyear crickets would get in there, drove my dad plum crazy trying to figure out where they were getting in and getting rid of them…Ive always loved them
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shireamills wrote on Aug 5, ’08
I posted on 360, but will say again that we had a screened-in porch on the second level for some 35 years. I would sit out there for hours listening to the crickets sing. It was a most peaceful sound.
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jayaramanms wrote on Aug 6, ’08
Crickets are beautiful creatures created by God. Here the poem created by you on them is awesome. Thank you for sharing. My poem is at – http://jayaramanms.multiply.com/journal/item/249/POETRY_WEDNESDAY
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In big cities where there are so many skyscrappers hearing the sound of crickets is such a rare occurence, but in villages where everything’s still pure and calm, crickets seem to be the only company when nights come. Luckily, I still hear the sound of crickets at night even I live in the second biggest city as I live in such a nice neighborhood ( not surrounded by skyscrappers) Thanks Sue
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sweetpotatoqueen wrote on Aug 6, ’08
Such fabulous thoughts about those crickets you have written. Why isn’t man kind..I often think on this topic as well! The sounds of summer are so lovely and so LOUD also here in the south..cricket,cicadias,tree frogs & birds. Winter is eerie in the silence of nature in comparison.
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bostonsdandd wrote on Aug 6, ’08
I loved both poems but the first one really touched me. I’ve thought the exact same things LOL. Why can’t mankind be kind to each other instead of always fighting some invisible war only they can see?
As you know LOL, I’m from the south. I hear crickets all the time because I live, somewhat, in the country. When you’ve heard them all your life, and LOVE the sounds they make, you tend to forget it’s not only in your neck of the woods where people hear them. I’m so glad you get to hear the crickets :o). Little tidbit though LMBO. I don’t know if it’s true or not but I’ve heard it all my life. The sound comes from the male cricket looking for a mate. It’s his song of lust/love which is so pleasant to all of us ;o). The little thing is just horny LOL. |
lunarechoes wrote on Aug 6, ’08
I love these pieces. They communicate wonderfully both the pure joy of listening to the crickets in the wee hours and the contemplative feeling that still listening to nature–especially crickets or water (at least for me) can bring on. The Holden Caulfield allusion is perfect and leads in nicely to those difficult questions. “Why isn’t man kind?” is a question worthy of Holden himself, if he were more self-aware and stopped to listen to the cricket-song.
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forgetmenot525 wrote on Aug 6, ’08
You know I don’t think I’ve heard many crickets this year, I hope this is not a bad sign of any sort. Funny and pleasing how little rhymes like this can make you stop and think, thanks
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skeezicks1957 wrote on Aug 10, ’08
Poems about nature are my favorites! And bug poems are the greatest. TY for this.
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philsgal7759 wrote on Aug 10, ’08
I remember summers spent lulled to sleep by crickets chirping They are such peaceful happy little creatures
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lauritasita wrote on Aug 10, ’08
As a lover of nature, I couldn’t resist reading and enjoying these ! You’ve captured the world of the crickets so beautifully !
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billatplay wrote on Sep 3, ’08
Since my English Cricket Joke went down like a Lead Balloon he is my second. Is it me I wonder? I saw the drama of our future unfolding in your half-awake mind that may befall us? Quote What happens to the crickets in winter? I think: What will happen to mankind? Un Quote Poem? Yes, but also a warning. Thank you Sue
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lauritasita wrote on Sep 3, ’08
I still love these poems !
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sanssouciblogs wrote on Sep 3, ’08
lauritasita said
I still love these poems ! Thanks, sis!
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