Banging Your Head Against A Brick Wall Poem by Dónall Dempsey
Banging Your Head Against A Brick Wall
An irrate bee
having one hell of a row with a windowpane.
The bee continually raising its voice
screams...now shouts
curses with all its might.
The windowpane says
absolutely nothing
remains calm.. .inscrutable.
The bee is a tightly packed
explosive argument
(a fuzzy bumbling logic) .
The windowpane
(you can almost see it thinking)
'Tree...green grass...blue sky...
...the joy of sunlight! '
It's as if it isn't
even listening
to what the bee is saying.
Suddenly the bee
keels over
like he's had a heartattack.
The window doesn't bat an eyelid
continues thinking:
'Tree...green grass...blue sky...
...the joy of sunlight! '
And just now...
'...a little wisp of cloud! '
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4/19/2024 4:52:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I like this...it's a unique way of seeing an ordinary situation that stops it being ordinary. I also like the indifference of the window pane who only reflects whatever is happening outside. At least the bee has a point of view but he just can't seem to get through to the window pane. Again read with a smile but then again maybe you wrote it with a smile so even that comes through in your telling. Gina XXX