The blue dress saga 13

Posted on May 7, 2020 by Rex Tyler
Arthropods are everywhere
under our feet and in the air
we are into May and a choral  ring
its the beautiful music  that does bring
a lilt to the heart  for  where magic rules
a stillness  is locked between four walls
 dress on, and off  I go today
up the hill and on my way
the common,  desolate and green
and the bluest sky you have ever seen
fresh leaves have that vibrancy
that gloss that  colour and it be
dancing in a coolish breeze
and spangled light  between the trees
 
its sounds I hear this morning
the insects I adore
scratching,  chafing  scurrying
there seems more and more
woken up by the bright light
and all its clarity
the winged ones  are out early
the wingless  I can see
they all have little  voices
of their own  it’s clear
there is substance at all levels
deep rooted and ingrained
to put into perspective
That instinctively  they  have gained
a foothold in the fabric
of the treadmill that  we own
the parables and  allegories
and how my dress was sewn.
 
goblins  work in  varied ways
with what is innovation
creative and inventive
an uncopied  celebration
Not  emulated anywhere
the matrix and the mould
a template from the stars above
with harmony and gold 
 a homeopathic heaven
fragments, tatters and shreds
scarcely barely obvious
the nodding of tiny heads
and  getting down to their level
of superiority
what is  the symbiosis
and Natural chemistry
 
a union of many
a joined up world that  we
with anatomical  features
are orders  actually
dragonflies and mayflies
Wasps  of  course and Bee’s
under stress of the EMF
Which really is  a tease
 of suffering and mayhem
it so affects their flight
so many awful hazards
at about the height
of where they fly
and laden with nectar
as they strive
to forage  in the gardens
hoping to survive
 
Flies and thrips and aphids
ants  and Crickets too
earwigs bugs and spring tails
slender  insects who
cone with chilling stories
the earwig’s wiggling tale
so maligned  its pincers
Really Never fail
 
to  upset human beings
they have wings
but rarely  fly
some  though still are able
to unpack their wings 
which is why
 many can’t be bothered
the palaver  just too much
what they like are Dahlia flowers
inverted flower pots touch
a simple sensitivity
its where we love to hide
its true we  do look ominous
but we are harmless  deep inside
 we are also drawn to Columbines
and love Apple trees where we
like to sit between the bunches
in the sun it’s key
in gardens the Chrsanthemums
have a particular smell
its a kind of aphrodisiac
And it really  suits us well
 
chatting  to these  creatures
is illuminating for they
live about a year and a half
which  seems short  but then they say
sometimes  they live longer
over wintering in the soil
Or in a sheltered  human shed
a protective foil
 
the ladies work their pincers off
laying eggs about
and then looking after them
licking them  a shout
to eliminate the  moulds
and the bacteria around
And when they hatch
she licks them and feeds them
On the ground ,alone
a lot of dedication
which I had never known
 so many bugs 
their hypodermic needle mouths
do say
piercing plants and sucking up their juices
its no way
it’s really  quite exhausting
And throats can feel quite sore
wingless  generations
not  always like before
 
Bonding with the tinies
one learns a great deal
really this  is magic
and what it does reveal
is knowledge  at a level
few humans have before
realised or cared about
of that I am really sure
 tthe greenfly and the black fly
their adherence to their cause
they have to be tenacious 
almost without pause
Breeding   Very  rapidly
its a struggle so they say
with very  thin transparent wings
we exude a waxy  oil
to prevent us being eaten
whilst we  struggle and we toil
 
just 3 mm  it’s the ladybirds we fear
and of course the lace wings
when they do appear
Both  voracious feeders
we have always been at war
no let up for us miniatures
a life we cannot ignore
ae cause mechanical damage
to plants that’s what we do
block the sap channels
and weakening them it’s true 
Carrying  many viruses  
we  infect where ere we go
thats why what we are hated
as of course you know
 
se have complex life histories
everywhere we go
we just love Viburnhams
and lay  our eggs a lot
and all our wingless babies
help the plant to rot.
so Gardeners’ then are at our throats
soapy water they
also use the neem oil
to make us go away
 
so many sorts of chemicals
a catastrophe
 coming at us every day
its not a place for thee
you best get off and go and see
the butterflies and chat
at least they get  a better attitude
so it’s safer where they are at
butterflies are loved  I think
though human beings they
get confused by moths
unsure of which is which
a way
of knowing
and remembering is
look
at their antennae
the butterfly has knobs at the ends
And moth’s  do not 
A hook 
hopefully to remember
and just be aware
both are after nectar
And the sweetness  in the air 
 
Sometimes human children
see them as fairies they
have very pretty wings and fly
scent is what drives butterflies
Visual  attractions  too
with scent glands on their pretty wings
the unmated  know  and view
and pair up in this instance
its Nature once again
so we circle around and around
with everything to gain
 
so all you pretty  butterflies
whats it like to be
so obviously beautiful
and in the sky so free
a playful twist and turning
dancing merrily
ANd looking down on life itself
a wild  abandoning
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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