I can't help myself, I love inchworms. As a boy, I spent long stretches of time with them. They are enchanting partly because they always want to go up.
Just wonderful, and obviously many of us delight in inchworms! :) I actually wrote a sonnet to one myself once in a time. Such personable little creatures!
Oh Amy, that is just so charming and endlessly fun. Put that one on Substack proper for all the others to see. Thank you. Laurie and I leave Strasbourg tomorrow for a train to Lille, in northern France, very near the Belgium border. In that next apartment waits my next and I hope, my last proofreading copy of "Ode to a Carpenter".
When we visited the same town, L'sle sur la Sorgue again this year for another month long stay, I went to pay my respects to her and her friends every day I could. It was a wonderful reunion.
This made me think that Alice in Wonderland should have had a scene where an inch worm and a silk worm were suit tailors.
What a lovely idea.
Just wonderful, and obviously many of us delight in inchworms! :) I actually wrote a sonnet to one myself once in a time. Such personable little creatures!
Here's that sonnet:
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I find an inchworm on my shirt at last,
Parading up the stripes from blue to white
To blue. She rules the inches wriggling past
With head exploring windward. Treading light
Upon my shirtfront she propounds, polite,
My need for newer garments. Heartened, I
Am happy she shall take my measure--quite!
An opportunity I’d not deny,
She stands upon her back toes to descry
At distance and so checks me out,
Then arcs herself into a loop quite spry.
I need new shirts; of that she has no doubt,
Nor I. I thank her for her work; she rides--
My tiny ruler--on my shirt outside.
Oh Amy, that is just so charming and endlessly fun. Put that one on Substack proper for all the others to see. Thank you. Laurie and I leave Strasbourg tomorrow for a train to Lille, in northern France, very near the Belgium border. In that next apartment waits my next and I hope, my last proofreading copy of "Ode to a Carpenter".
Thank you Amy, they certainly are.
A measured poem.
That's a good one, Stan. I was conflicted, being in France I thought maybe I should call it the 2.54 centimeter worm but it loses something....
Job security. Brilliant.
One of your gentlest odes, Wes.
I have a weakness for them too.
The least wormy of the worms! 🐛 So humble, and always looked like they were dressed for church..
I particularly love it when they sway looking for the next purchase.
I know, right - hopeful and determined at the same time.
(Role models, yes?)
They are to me and squirrels and pretty much every bird I ever met and same with dogs. So let’s face it, most critters.
Yep
After publishing two harsh poems, I needed this for an antidote, balance.
We all do. It helped. So much.
YES they are truly marvelous!
Thank you Marilyn.
Quite an exotic creature for me, never seen one in the real life.
They are really cool little guys.
Delightful! 💚
Thank you Ann. It was in this same vein/tone that I wrote about a rose. Here's the link. https://westonpparker.substack.com/p/rose-of-all-roses
Wow, Weston. This is prescription-strength Beauty. Every word, every line. You nailed it.
When we visited the same town, L'sle sur la Sorgue again this year for another month long stay, I went to pay my respects to her and her friends every day I could. It was a wonderful reunion.
The small seasons are always teaching me about faithfulness. The way plants, flowers, and all kinds of lifeforms return and return every year.
Yes, it's like relearning something we knew very well, long before we became "civilized".
Yes, there’s still a plumb line in us that recognizes ancient truths. If we listen carefully.
Thank you
Thanks Cheryl, I was trying to capture their own charm in this.