A sudden hum, a darting threat,
My open door, your chance you met.
From outside in, a tiny dread,
A nasty critter, in my head.
For hours, I chased, with effort grim,
You danced and zoomed from limb to limb.
So hard to catch, so quick, so slight,
You filled my home with weary fight.
You spun and zipped, a buzzing stress,
A tiny torment, nothing less.
My patience strained, my temper thin,
But no, I vowed, you would not win!
At last, a moment, swift and true,
The outside called, you finally flew.
Go on, you pest, with wings so slight,
Fly, nasty critter, out of my sight!
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Bee of wasp or whatever I don't like uninvited pests inside. A metaphor per chance? I don't like them inside my head either. A read that explores how we react with the uninvited and how we feel relieved when they are gone. Nicely done
Sorenbarret, thank you so much for your comment.
You are most welcome
What is remarkable is that such a tiny creature can end up annoying us, pestering us. It appears that the whole human abilities cannot be harnessed to catch that thing. It keeps darting from place to place.
Soman Ragavan, Thank you so much for your support comment; you are so correct. Those tiny, pesky little flies can get under our skin, yet there is no way of catching them.
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LOL! Sorry, I couldn't resist! This is a wonderful poem my friend. I was just having that battle with a fly in my house yesterday. That aside, this poem could also be taken metaphorically. A fly being an intrusion of any kind, psychological, emotional, intellectual, etc. Wonderful job on this. Brilliant in its simplicity! 🌹👏
Tristan Robert Lange, thank you so much for your support comment. I am sorry this happened to you also, but it's a nuisance when they buzz around, buzzing around your ears and by your face, and it just drives you crazy; the emotions go wild. It was a relief to get it out, and you understand that feeling, I'm sure.
Loved it, I know they are only little but aren't they annoying, very entertaining and humourous read
Yes indeed, there are. Thank you so much for your comment.Poetic Licence
You are very welcome
Sorry to hear you lost all your postings on this site. I myself proceed as follows :
--I keep my original writings in a WORD file on the laptop; I copy from there to post on a site like this one;
--I keep a WORD file in which I write my comments to be posted and copy from there to the site; thus I always have a copy of my stuff.
--I have another file “Comments on me”
Information technology is never to be fully trusted. It can wreak havoc with you. You have to stay ahead of it all the time.
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Relentless in their pursuit, to annoy and irate, could vex a bishop into profanities. A perfectly woven poem about this pesky little critter. Excellent!
Kind regards,
Tony.
The rhythm is perfect in this poem. I hate critters and crawlers. Great write.
what a blessed relief when it finally flies away - here in the monsoons we need to swat them too - i rarely succeed, and my husband rarely fails - lol
Wasn't it the very same critter which saw Aunt Polly giving Pollyanna a pamphlet on the dangers of such creatures on our health, the latter turning that reproof into a game? And living on the Colorado prairies saw my father hanging long, yellow sticky tongues of fly-paper over our kitchen table to yield relief, these collecting the pests until their corpses joined our dishes on the table below. All this for a pesky fly. Prettily rendered with excellent imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
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