"The Worst Third of a Day for a Ladybug"

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    It's been said that if a Ladybug lands on a person, it's good luck. One landed on me recently, and my luck has been on a slight upswing since around then. So here's an ode to those coolest little guys, six months later, lol!
    ~ De Star De Drift

    "The Worst Third of a Day for a Ladybug"


    Across some granite and over some fields
    Been here before, maybe just yesterday
    Yet curiosity to nothing yields    
    And over another stream and away.

    By four streams, a growing sort of dismay
    They were likely the same, for those who knew
    And energy was falling for the day      
    When familiar terrain came into view.

    Rainclouds were near as the sun came and went 
    And a fellow hornet was seen astray 
    Then it was remembered as the breeze lent
    Never start exploring late in the day.

    Upon a tattered return it was seen
    Ancestors along a hillside so crowned                               
    A dangerous day out in the far green
    And instinct then, that home was ever found.





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    ArgusWayne commented on "The Worst Third of a Day for a Ladybug"

    11-23-2009

    Great writing, as usual, Star! Ever since my grandson started coming to visit us, our place is crawling with ladybugs the day he is supposed to get here and until he goes back home; then they just disappear. He is a precious child with a big heart...maybe the ladybugs are smarter than we think, huh? Keep the great stuff comin'!
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    cousinsoren commented on "The Worst Third of a Day for a Ladybug"

    10-18-2009

    THE JAMAICAN LADYBUG LOOKS ENTIRELY DIFFERENT FROM THE AMERICAN LADYBUG. THE JAMAICAN LADY BUG HAS AN ELONGATED OR CONVEX -SHAPED BODY , IT HAS BLACK STRIPES ON ITS WINGS , INSTEAD OF BLACK SPOTS, AND ITS HEAD IS HORNED ENDING IN A SORT OF TOUGH PROBOSIS.
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    cousinsoren commented on "The Worst Third of a Day for a Ladybug"

    10-17-2009

    This poem is an excellent piece of "pathetic fallacy," wherein the poet gives a human mind to an insect, and then makes an incursion into that mind to sustain the theme of self-preservation and caution, as well as his feelings for, and your keen and sensitive observation of the things and the creatures of Nature, Stardrift ,, you display , as in your other creationsm that you are a perfectionist in your mastery of the iambic pentameter and your impeccable rhyming scheme. My rating for this very sensitive and immaculately crafted piece is 10+
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    ginga commented on "The Worst Third of a Day for a Ladybug"

    09-28-2009

    Stardrift, This is a precious poem . The life and times of a ladybug is poignant and their days numbered. I felt that I was there viewing all you say! ginga
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    Stardrift

    09/30/2009

    Thank you Ginga. Unfortunately and apparently, many species' days are numbered.

    AmadeusEx commented on "The Worst Third of a Day for a Ladybug"

    09-17-2009

    so sorry im so late in reading your new one, had a busy week... Are you published, if not, you should be. This was a delightful little romp through the mind of a ladybug, you should do a series of these lol. As all young boys and bugs know, all exploring must be done before suppertime or you run the risk of hunger and cold leftovers. As usual, out of the box imagination meets true poetic talent, great job SD.
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    Stardrift

    09/17/2009

    Hey, no prob, no prob! I'm not published, are you? We should both probably look into it. However, I do have my no-time, no-money excuse, lol! Thanks Amad for another round of heartfelt compliments. Light bless!

    Stardrift

    09/17/2009

    Btw, I commented on Bleak!!

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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