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Death of a Fly

Writer's picture: Alison BlevinsAlison Blevins

Updated: Jan 16

Writing doesn't come so easy anymore - here's a work in progress

A small fly has dive bombed

in my tea.

It’s a travesty for him

and disappointing for me.

 

I was looking forward to my cuppa

but now I’ll have to make another

and my cuppa will no longer

be guilt free.

 

For a life was lost in its conception

and I can’t help but ponder my perception –

that I deemed the fly much less important

than my disappointment

at the wasting of a perfect cup of tea.

 

I suppose, I could have,

 

fished out the fly and thanked it,

(before I went ahead and drank it)

then at least the fly,  

would not have died in vain.

So maybe I can be forgiven,

now I’ve rethought my position

just in case it happens once again.

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Your guilt made me smile. Remember a fly is just a maggot in disguise.

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I can see it doing backstroke across the cup. I'm afraid I can never have sympathy for a fly. S o don't feel bad, the fly gave you inspiration to write a clever little poem

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You should not feel sorry for the fly

as it chose its own place and how to die.

I wish my struggling poetry was this good 👍

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A beautiful vignette !


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Clever and .wise.

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