You,
Mr. Bug—
Mr. Bug—
Mrs. Fly that has flown—
My goodness!
Between the pages
Got mown!
So sad.
I do feel bad.
Your green blood
Did there flood
My page. Again—sad.
My bad. But it shant be in vain.
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A sense of the end of a relationship but not by natural cause, maybe fowl play at work, I know completely wrong, but thats what I see, interesting if not worrying write, enjoyed the read
Haha! I love that interpretation, even if our dearly departed Mr./Mrs. Bug might object! 🪰 You’re not wrong to sense something a bit…sinister. 😅 I came back to the book in a bit of a poetic trance, ready to write a poem. I flipped the page over with the inner poetic darkness summoned! 🌪️ Then I went back to look at the page before it and saw the dastardly deed I had done. ☠️😱 It’s those little accidents that turn into poetic confessions, right? Thanks so much, my friend—glad you enjoyed it. 🪰📄🩸😅
You are confession to manslaughter!!!, enjoy your day
🤣 Oopsie! 🤭
Hahaha. You'll cherish the pesky vermin? Oh man! Back in the day too many, many years ago when we lived on the Colorado prairies, [where Texas longhorn were the cattle the rancher who let his graze across the fence from us owned] we'd such a fly problem Dad hung not one nor two long yellow, sticky tongues of flypaper over our dining table no less; they hung there immemorially, until the carcasses of the damned dropped off into the dishes and platters below. And you'll immortalize one, eh? My la. Charming, I guess. Or, the proverbial fly upon the wall met its timely death when it dared to leave the wall for the artist's page, eh? Either way, beautifully rendered in exquisite brevity with a touch of imagery to haunt it. Thank you for sharing.
Oh Missy…my Sonneteer of the Sticky Tongues! 🤢🤣 That image is hauntingly perfect, or is that perfectly haunting? 🤷♂️ And here I was, thinking my one squashed bug made for a dramatic poetic moment—meanwhile, your prairie days had full-on flycarnage raining from the ceiling! 😅 I suppose mine was the “proverbial fly upon the page,” then—immortalized instead of impaled. Always grateful for your vivid stories and generous support my friend. 🪰📄🩸😅
Searching for knowledge and leaving one's blood on the pages of poetry, science, literature or history is never a bad thing. Immortalized better than a spider that only leaves dry husks. A deep read in what at first appears to be a simple poem
Soren…that’s such a profound read, and I’m really grateful for it. You caught the undercurrent—something quietly sacrificial beneath the smirk. 🩸📄 I love how you brought science, literature, and poetry together here…all the ways we leave parts of ourselves behind. And that spider line is perfect. Dry husks indeed. 🕷️🕸️ Thank you for going deeper, my friend. 🪰📄🩸😅
Excellent write Tristan
Thank you so much, Tony! 🪰📄🩸😅
You're welcome
They only live about 3 weeks anyway, I think.
Beats a butterfly! LOL! 3 weeks is like a thousand years to a fly, and a thousand years is like 3 days. 🤣
very quirky, made giggle. nice write!
Yay! Then I succeeded! 😄 Thank you for making this sullen guy smile. 😊 Much appreciated, Hayleigh! 🪰📄🩸😅
of course!
A bug punctuates the penultimate line of your poem with its life - what a way to go and certainly not in vain. Forever in your poem, a fine resting place indeed - hahaha! Well done, Tristan.
All the best,
Tony.
Yesss! Tony! You got it—we'll call that Insectuation! Or not.🤣 Absolutely brilliant. No better resting place for a bug indeed! I figured the least I could do was give the poor thing a little immortality. Thank you, my friend—this made my day. 🪰📄🩸😅
Can't tell me a thing about flies that as a resident of Australia I don't know already. Though to be absolutely, utterly honest, as more specifically a resident of Sydney, not even the bloody flies can find an affordable square inch.....
PS: Integration of picture and verse ain't so' bad' ya know.....
Haha! Dave, you’ve got me chuckling and wincing at the same time. 😅 Too bad the flies haven’t packed up and left Sydney looking for cheaper housing! Might make the city’s cost a bit more worth it—but probably not. 🤣 As for the integration—yeah, I thought it came out okayish, so I’ll take it. Thanks again—always good to hear your thoughts, my friend. 🪰📄🩸😅
More than OK ,Tristan - takes time and effort, so thanks for putting us in the picture!😜
🤣 I am laughing so hard I don't even know what to say. You're welcome, mate! 🤣😜
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