Cicada

Hey everyone! I've been completely captivated by Hosho McCreesh's 'Cicada' poem lately, and I just had to share more about it. You know how some pieces of writing just stick with you? This is definitely one of them for me. The poem, which I saw illustrated with a beautiful cicada drawing, really dives deep into the creature's life cycle, focusing on its incredible *journey to sing*. It's not just about the sound, but the entire transformative process leading up to that moment. What struck me most was the vivid imagery McCreesh uses. It paints such a clear picture of the cicada's struggle and eventual triumph. It made me think about how we all have our own 'journeys to sing' – moments of silent growth and effort before we're ready to show the world our true selves. It's a powerful metaphor for patience and perseverance. I've also been pondering some of the deeper layers, especially when I saw queries like 'cicada sick of his own face.' For me, this resonates with the cicada's molting process. Imagine shedding your old skin, literally, and emerging as something new. It's a bit like being 'sick of your old face' and undergoing a radical transformation. This poem, for me, really captures that sense of renewal and the courage it takes to become. And speaking of cicadas, remember being a kid and the sheer excitement of finding their shed exoskeletons or hearing their loud chorus on a summer day? It brings to mind that query about 'which poem describes the focus of children before catching cicadas?' While McCreesh's poem isn't directly about children, it evokes that same sense of wonder and connection to nature. The cicada, with its mysterious emergence and powerful song, has always fascinated us, young and old. It's a reminder of nature's consistent cycles and the hidden life thriving all around us. I also found myself thinking about the symbolism of the 'ash cicada,' which often relates to themes of rebirth and overcoming. The cicada emerging from the earth, singing its song, truly feels like a symbolic resurrection. It's a testament to endurance and the beauty that can come from struggle. If you're looking for a poem that offers both beautiful language and profound insights into nature and the human (or cicada!) spirit, Hosho McCreesh's 'Cicada' is a must-read. It’s definitely given me a new appreciation for these amazing insects and the poetic ways we interpret their lives. What are your favorite poems about nature or transformation?