O fly by crazy poets sung
with sticky feet and dual tongue
winter season's drawing nigh
the time has come for you to DIE.
O fly that just escaped this time
subject of this facile rhyme
yet for a while you are blessed
I tried to get you but I MISSED.
Salutations, Glen! Swung by to see if you are still writing here, and was blessed by a laugh and a smile that will take me through the morning- - the image of you chasing a fly, then sitting down to poeticize the less than epic event. Much respect for the effect produced so efficiently. Hope you are well!
hey, neal! great to hear from you. yes, still writing here—unless or until i find a better venue/way to share my poetry. you remind me that it's been a while since i've checked to see what you're up to. glad i could make you smile. you bless me with your comment—thank you. all the best to you! -glen
and your comment makes me smile, suzanne, pulling metaphysics from that deep trunk of learning. one of the influences towards my current attitude towards insects in issa, my favorite of the great haiku triumvirate (as i think of them—basho and buson being the other two) . all the best your way! -glen
TRYING AGAIN. Swat that fly! ! ! We will be buried under insects come simmer because we have had only 1 or 2 nights below freezing this winter. Dancing aroun d in 45 degree weather. Mosquitos will rule
hey, susan! thanks for reading and commenting on this poem. one of the positives of living in this high desert is we have much less of an insect problem here. no hundred pound mosquitoes. and we do a pretty good job of keeping them out of our house. also, i have a laissez-faire attitude towards spiders, and they help. our cat's also been known to pitch in. -glen
Swat that fly! ! ! We will be buried under insects come simmer because we have had only 1 or 2 nights bel
Yes Glen, i do believe that we have to see a glimpse of God in all creatures of this earth. I am glad you missed it and the fly escaped death.
yes, geeta, from my current perspective i'm glad i missed too. we humans have been equipped to do much, but we cannot create life. -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The fly is escaped just with time and trying with rhyme. A nice pom is beautifully penned. An interesting sharing is done here.10