Monday, July 18, 2011

a june bug in july



it was a june bug
in july
i had a conversation with
as lightening cracked
open a humid Bowling Green sky

when i went
on to ask him why?
why? -  he beat himself so - against
a bulb, frosted, that
held no feeling
for him, no feeling for his try
but i could see he had
already fallen
already died
died, an-ni-hil-ated in a self lost to unyielding
obsession...a true soul lie

but the night
calmed itself down, way down - and i left
Bowling Green, i left the you (in i)
and a june bug -
dead - to the obsessions of july


bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011

posted for the Grand Opening of D'Verse - a pub for poets...

44 comments:

  1. how many have lost there soul to similar obsessions...very nice....

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  2. so true the unyielding obsession...

    Very nice, hits home.

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  3. Dear bkm: "A June Bug In July"

    held no feeling
    no feeling for his try

    The dictionary definitions and abbreviations sublines give a rich air of text-ural epic to your fine poem!

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  4. This is incredibly beautiful. A perfect poem. I so love it!

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  5. love how fun and random this it.
    it has its own drum beat.

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  6. I'll try again...lost my comment.

    The obsession topic fits well here....and this is such a summer poem! Feel the heat and the humidity.

    Lovely.

    Lady Nyo

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  7. "i left the you (in i)" wow, what an amazing line.. love it

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  8. Very nice. We poets are like that...traditionally out of step with the mainstream--June bugs in July!

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  9. an-ni-hil-ated in a self lost to unyielding
    obsession...

    Slicing use of metaphor throughout and heartbreaking. Thank you.

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  10. Oh! Love the title, the image, the words! So happy you joined us and presented yet another example of the brilliance that comes at the hand of your pen!Thanks so much for linking up with us...YOU ROCK :)

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  11. The kind of topic that usually fall flat to me. This is written in a way it did not. Very nice job on this.

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  12. Barbara, this metaphor is incredible. You did such a good job with the subtle rhyming and flow of the verse. Oh the ways we self-destruct.

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  13. Nice write, makes one think a great deal throughout about those who willingly get burned. Thanks for sharing tonight!

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  14. As summer deepens, your poetry gets richer and closer to the flame; amazing the way you edge into your metaphors and here as was said before use metaphor, image and subtext to layer your meanings and say so much more than the words you write. It's as though we're seeing it in several languages at once. Excellent.

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  15. and July will also be over, but while here is let it it be yours

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  16. That Bowling green sky... a close friend of mine... fixating...

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  17. A beautiful poem, poignant, so sad, yet true. It reminds me of the book title, "It was on fire when he lay down on it", which referred to a burning mattress. Our questions involve death wishes, instinct, mental illness ... but always more questions.

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  19. Typos! Once again:

    Your use of rhyme in this is outstanding, somehow mimicking the bash of the bug, repetitive, obsessive, but drawn to a beauty, a light, a compulsion he can neither master nor refuse. Been there, done that, and appreciate the elegant way you've served it up here for reflection.

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  20. love the

    an-ni-hil-ated in a self lost to unyielding
    obsession.

    great you're linking with d'Verse BKM....

    great to know ya my friend

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  21. Very nice...I always your words when I come here :)

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  22. "held no feeling
    for him, no feeling for his try"...This is so very moving, it made me cry.

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  23. A great use of metaphors! You dress the english language so well here!I found joy in the sadness of this poem.

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  24. "...i left the you (in i)
    and a june bug -
    dead - to the obsessions of july" ~~

    Loved that first line; it packs a punch in such a simple way.

    And obsessing over metaphorical June bugs in July, I appreciate how you put this self-induced pain is such beautiful terms.

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  25. Well, that's what obsessions DO...a VERY well-told story. YUP!

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  26. I paused over... to the obsessions of July. I have so many memories of summertime ... things that happened -good and bad - that I think cold only have happened in the heat and lazy days of July... It does set a mood, a feeling. Very nice.

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  27. I love a poem that takes a simple natural action, the obsessive attraction of an insect to a lightbulb, and wraps a human feeling or fault within it. Beautifully done. I'm sure I'll come back this poem again. Thank you.

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  28. wow, I am glad you left your obsession before dying like the bug - reminds me of the def of insanity (doing same thing over and over expecting different results...)

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  29. I think I've been that June bug more than once!

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  30. Oh, that last stanza is really fantastic, everything about it. I know Bowling Green. I have family in Scottsville and Louisville :)

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  31. Truly an obsession into oblivion... undying yet only to die. Beuatifully shared thoughts.

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  32. A very nicely penned poem, Barb.

    Pamela

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  33. Nice... two subjects usually felt negatively and I leave feeling the gentle touch of your writing. :)

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  34. I am still in awe of this obsession. You may not know, when you fall its prey and when it devours you.
    Beautiful.

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  35. Sometimes all it takes is the smallest notice. thanks for noticing and commenting on a bug's life.

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  36. A truly remarkable poem. I found this as illuminating as bug trap on a dark evening. A little glimmer of intensity amid the all enveloping gloom. Well crafted!

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  37. Oh! I visited you after such a long long time! Almost a year and read this touching poem :) :) I still remember the fairytale I read for the first time here :) I admire :)

    Cheers,

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  38. Ah yes... the June bug is a perfect metaphor for our sometimes irrational persistence...

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  39. A lot of powerful emotion here. Good poem.

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  40. you take something from nature and weave a psychological net...very well done bk

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  41. marvelously told. I can still picture the little guy fruitlessly banging his head on the bulb.... a very insightful piece.

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  42. Meaningful and your words are wonderfully woven..as always. // Peter.

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  43. What a great observation. Lovely...

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  44. Hmm. Perhaps I read too much in, but the jingoism of July 4th seems to be one of the "obsessions of July" most often in evidence these past few Support-the-Troops-Summers...

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