January 8, 2013
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Dead Fly on my January window sill - SH 2013
Dead fly on my January window sill
Your legs still twitch at the sun when it pulsates
As if the sunlight still awakens the receptors
In what we would call a brainLaying down on what we would call the back
Looking up at the ceiling
No real pain appears
You just mechanically twitchAs you were supposed to die months ago
When winter would heave its gout
Instead this artificial environment
Slowly kills you43. A piece about two creatures, of whom one is normally prey to the other. 4 pts.
Comments (18)
heh. i'm surprised the gardener in you didn't put the fly in the fertilizer
I love this take. I love how surprised I get by the places people take a simple prompt. Yay. : )
This appears to be about a fly's death. Am I right?
Although I'm curious about winter heaving its gout.
Also about what we would call the back. What do flies call it? Bzzz?
Now that I think about it, maybe this is all an allegory about nursing homes.
@Roadkill_Spatula - Yes nursing home maybe...I was shoot broader about our lives and some of the artificial things in them...but I like nursing home...
@anvilsandedelweiss - There were so many insect ones to choose from and I chose this one...and only in the last stanza
@Bels_Kaylar - I am just too much of a sadist, it overrides my horticulturistnessist....
This was obviously not a cluster fly, which are seldom encountered one at a time, and are happy to twitch in the sun any time of year. I suppose a fly swatter, while a more direct way of dispatching said insect into its winter of malcontent, would have reduced the length of this poem considerably: haiku, N E L SO N?
buzzing in window
cold encountered on the fly
sun yellow swatter
xxxoo
So, you eat flies?!? Gack! hehe! I do like the twitchyness of this one!
@murisopsis - Where did you get eating flies out of that?
@SandraErickson - Oh sweet God of the fly swatter...
@murisopsis - it's not easy being green! heh....rotfl
Fine poeming. I really like this one a lot. Great job.
Feeling a bit like that fly, only my window sill is in the downtown Austin Hilton. Minus the sun.
or you could get a good lizard and be done with the fly forever chomp chomp
That fly can freeze in between the panes & wake up in the spring with dust on it and fly away.
Good job on the poem. Can't help but flashback to the original version of the movie, "The Fly!" Heeelp meeee!
@WildWomanOfTheWest - Or maybe you are more like a fish out of water....I can't imagine you in Austin...
@distractedbyzombies - Thank you bearly...
@mlbncsga - It is hard to find lizards in Indiana...I would have to raise it in captivity...
@saturnnights - Now there is some optimism...
@crankycaregiver - Ha...I never did see that....
@HereLiesNelsontheGreat - I told Bob when we walked into the lobby, I felt like a hooker he had picked up in Amarillo.
Nicely done...
@WildWomanOfTheWest - ha!
@armnatmom - thank you