Buzz, world of flies drawn to garbage of lies and they drone
Sticky as syrup on fingers, annoyance lingers, each moment numbers grown
Crawling black dots raise, on legs, nose and eyes, sitting on a fleshy throne
Flies, mouths with wings, hunger their demise, they moan
Crawling over skin, not caring where they've been, wind blown
From ash to trash, basket to casket they've flown
Out I lash, I thrash, I bash, I smash, yet all of me they've known
With the tone of their drone I groan and moan, for my sins I atone
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The poem’s use of flies as a symbol of guilt and moral decay conveys the inescapable nature of sin and the speaker’s struggle toward atonement—all in just eight lines. Really well done.
Thank you so much Soheil for the read and interpretation it is most appreciated and valued
You are welcome.
Ahh, I'm gonna take KP to that restaurant. Then leave her there, while Fido and I go home for a roast dinner. lol.
She says to me 'You think a million times more of that hound than you do of me'. I reply 'Yep!' heehee.
Thanks Orchi for your review and words of support. Yes remember that old joke their is a fly in my soup well at this restaurant there is a little soup in a person's flies.
Pests , they are as their definition inspires🕊️🙏🏻
Thanks so much Cryptic for the review and words of support they are as always most appreciated
Most welcome, dearest friend🕊️🙏🏻
Bravo, this is amazing when read loud, love the language in here, and your last lines, acknowledgement is strength! 🌹 🤣
Thank you my friend for the review and most supportive and encouraging words they are most valued
Nicely written. Your poem "Pests" revolves around the metaphor of flies as a representation of guilt, annoyance, and degradation that comes from personal sins and societal lies. The poem reflects on how these “pests” invade one’s life, paralleling the way guilt and the consequences of our actions can linger and overwhelm us.
Thank you Friendship for your read and interpretation they are most appreciated and valued.
I can barely think of anything worse .. but flies in a verse just takes the biscuit 🪰👍
Thanks so much Neville and they will. When I look at the buzzing of the world I can't help but think of flies
Soren, I’ve felt that kind of inner drone…the noise that won’t quiet no matter how hard you thrash. The repetition here mirrors that perfectly. It feels like wrestling conscience itself…messy, loud, unavoidable. You captured that unrest with force. Great job on this, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you my friend for your understanding read and comment it is always something that I look forward to
Most welcome, Soren!
repentance is a bitch.
lots of catchy (musical) lines, like
From ash to trash, basket to casket they've flown
Thank you so much Vipassana for the read and words of support they are most appreciated
I find I do detest bugs, but I similarly feel guilty after killing them... I like the way you explain this!
Thank you so much NinjaGirl for the read and comment. I feel the same for bug and plants and will often ask their forgiveness when I pick or cut them.
You are forgiven soren.
Andy
That's a relief. Thanks Andy for your read and kind words of pardon lol I do deeply appreciate your reads my friend
the struggle for expiation of sins is very well depicted..kudos..
Thank so much for the read Nafisa it is most appreciated along with your interpretation that is most welcome.
you are always welcome..
have a good day
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