Friday, May 7, 2010

Summer Sonata

[My entry for this week's Three Word Wednesday]

From a mosquito the hum that escapes,

a stifled imagination seeks to rhyme

and divine, the nature of their whine:

Is it the scraping of their twin bayonets

on ruddied whetstones, as in wait they lain?

Is it the vibrant hymn they sing, the battle cry,

before they pierce and cause nettling pain?

Is it the howl of gloat from these miniature rigs

after slurping the blood they drained?

Or is it the wail uttered by these guardians

of Dracula's lost soul, for all their slain?

From a mosquito a hum escapes,

and this imagination seeks to rhyme,

the nature of divine.


Dee Martin said...

hmmm - you elevated mosquitoes to new importance! I enjoyed the poem but I would swat the little bugs :)

ThomG said...

While I hate them when camping, there is a circle of life to the mosquito, which you have beautifully told in this.

Vivek said...

@Dee and @ThomG,

Thank you for your comments.

Andy Sewina said...

Great imagination employed here! Looking forward to reading more of your work in the near future.

Peaceful Pandemonium said...

Its that time of year again, your poem will make me feel more divinely inspired as I swat the mosquitoes away.

~*. D E E P A .* ~ said...

the writing style reminds me of walt whitman's 'tiger tiger burning bright'

Vivek said...


Thank you for your feedback. Always welcome here!


Welcome to my blog :)


Any resemblance to existing works of poetry is wholly unintentional :D

Anonymous said...

Hi Vivek,
This was very nice....Mosquitoes-they sure got ur attention here...See u around :)
Keep Blogging.

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