Ima Ryma

Dobsonfly - Poem by Ima Ryma

A Dobsonfly like me has got
A week to mate and then I die.
And so I gave it my best shot,
Felt eggs in me so off I fly,
And end up in a swimming pool,
Where I decide to just relax.
Then I'm grabbed by some human fool,
Who's pestering me to the max.
He Googles me, that's how I know
A Dobsonfly is what I am.
Mating - my first and final show,
And that my days are numbered - damn!

I knew I was in death throe funks,
So I left my eggs in his trunks.

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  • (12/12/2013 4:02:00 AM)

    Mesmerized! The conceptual inventiveness, and the thought itself. Rarely has humanistic metaphors of the very classical perfection been presented in a modernist vision, with such fluidly cut and emotive lines. A question- may i know your general inspirations... like what kind of poems/poets you generally read, and imbibe in these pieces of rare merit of yours.
    (Do take a look at my poems)
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 12, 2013

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