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.
Your guilt made me smile. Remember a fly is just a maggot in disguise.
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
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 👍
A beautiful vignette !
Clever and .wise.