An Exchange for Those Buggy Moments

by CindyUng

August 12, 2015

Let’s give a moment of silence

for the tomato-red ladybug,

Who reminds us that ambling

is just as fulfilling as humming by

With those hard-to-see wings.

Let’s give a moment of cheers

to the plumpest dung beetle,

Who is as honorable as

any shielded warrior

For loving to deal with the dirty work.

Let’s give a moment of simply

offering a hand

To the gardens and grasslands

that allow the tomato-red ladybug,

And the plumpest dung beetle,

to thrive in buggy jives.

We ought to thank them

with any kind of gift, after all.

Your empty plastic bottle

just won’t do.

How about fetching some water

Beyond the city walls

And pouring a misty shower

Like Victoria Falls?

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CindyUng

Find me where the heart beats faster and the mind runs clearly. If you turn around, you might catch a glimpse of moonlight: Hold it close and you may hear the whispers of my aches and dreams. Speak softly now, you might scare the strength out of me. You'll never know where my thoughts will go next, just let me be the one driving this journey. Someday I'll return to the stars and sleep in the void, a place where I hope to find colors I've never seen before. And when I master the art of painting into the galaxies of pain and recovery, I will discover the truth in me. I will be free, I will be free. Let the constellations tattoo the spaces of my body. ***If you ever want me to check out your poetry, feel free to let me know!***

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