The Fly Is Now My Lover Poem by Patti Masterman
The Fly Is Now My Lover
The fly is now my lover-
Innocently sunbathing, and then he appeared
Determined, to go all the places he should not.
Now his offspring, and theirs in turn; wave upon wave
Are my relations too, we share an invisible bond
Forged on some hot, forgettable day.
He the bastard of all things dead, from the past
Me, the upstart of uncertain futures-
I hope at least he can keep his mouth shut.
good poem. I love it. I invite you to read my poem and comment. I want to hear. Yours Gajanan Mishra
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 2:34:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
laughing... and cant stop! good one.