A fly buzzes
madly around
the room, and
ricochets off the
mirror, then
ricochets off the
window, then
lands on a leaf
in a painting
and it resides
there for the
remainder of its
incredibly brief,
minuscule life.
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Vipassana (
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Clever writing I hope the painting wasn't damaged with the funeral. A fun read
Well written. Your poem focuses on a fly buzzing around a room, interacting with its environment, and ultimately finding a momentary pause in a painting. This imagery serves as a metaphor for life’s impermanence and the small moments of stillness we experience amid the chaos.
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