"Crickets"

[Greggie]

by Greggie

 

Crickets chirp, their reasons unknown

Gibberish language of that which we own

Alive in the air, half-dead in the hall

If you speak of nothing, you should speak not at all

 

And I with my gallant articulate ways

Could bring you to tears with just one simple phrase

Carefully chosen words which I utter

Ruined entirely by nervous stutter

 

If only you saw me behind doors which close

Kicked down by the mob, like a deer, I but froze

Centered you stood, you belong nowhere else

Distance so far from my corners and cells

 

And all who surrounded you needed not be

There was nothing but you - not even me

Shrunken to half of my size in mere seconds

A child now in age, I would come as you beckoned

 

Your microscope burning my now ant-like figure

Small as an atom, I wish I was bigger

To grow seems unnatural, I stay minuscule

The mind of a poet, the words of a fool

 

I chose my own caste, and can't out if it crawl

While you shall live richly and prosper in all

Our paths will not cross, the words will not form

This story will not go beyond pages torn

 

I built you a pedestal, I built it too high

I cannot grow an inch, I cannot even try

I cannot climb over your fences of pickets

I cannot be a God, when I'm only a cricket

 

But think of me fondly, if you ever do

And I will speak greatly and grandly of you

I need not exaggerate, nor need I lie

Crickets chirp, it is unknown why

 

The poem is about feelings of inferiority, imposed on oneself, and the consequences which follow.

[TidalWave]

Very nice Greggie ;-).

 

While I can't relate to the nature of the poem, because I'm trying to be and feel the exact opposite of what the poem is about... I love the verse:

Our paths will not cross, the words will not form

This story will not go beyond pages torn

I can see how that can be used from superiority point of view too And it kind of inspires me.

[Metta2]

Crickets chirp, their reasons unknown

Gibberish language of that which we own

 

I love the whole thing, Greggie! Your poem painted a picture for my mind and I could feel that struggle. The above quote really resonated with me, especially after I had read it. . . feels like gibberish to me and yes I sure do own it. Thank you for sharing it!

 

Hugs,

Metta2