A Bedbug On My Palm Poem by Antonio Liao
A Bedbug On My Palm
now the bedbug
finally finds
its place
in one of the lines
of the palm of my hand
its life
depends on the nail of my thumb
its weapon now
is simply being a ball
all its feet
hidden under its spherical wings
it is not praying
it is simply waiting for its death
within a palm
there is no choice
except my own
indecision
i like this one, antonio. i have never thought of a bedbug as a poem subject. very good...
antonio - A bedbug is indeed a metaphor for all life we hold in the palms of our hands. Well written - Cheryl
Once a fly dared me to kill it... I could not... he made me open a window. Love your poem.
this write make one feel powerful even if its only a bedbug, clever and intelligent composition.
it is not praying it is simply waiting for its death within a palm there is no choice except my own indecision.....life and death is in the hands of almighty but yes indecisioncan be His decision too.... lovely poem and goodcomposition....10 reaad mine..kind words
Human too are bugs on time's palm and it's life depends upon time's fancy.........Any moment it can choose to close the palm and we are gone forever.............Good Write....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 4:54:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Pitty the 'bb' but you don't have any choice but to 'live and let die'. Nice satirical poem. Well thought of.