I’m going to borrow a bit from Girl on the Contrary‘s Thoughts on a Friday for this. Please bear with me and awful poetry:
Fruit fly upon my laptop screen
Red eyes, staring at me
Bowls of citrus and onions,
Refuse, it calls to thee.
Your red eyes stare as you walk,
my finger poised, and you stop and look
so still you stand, alert and aware
before I press down, to wing you took.
Fruit fly, you vex me so.
You flit about, and land in my view;
the cookie dough you try to hang on
I’m left with feelings, oh if you only knew.
Dear Fruit Fly, please leave off.
There is nothing here for you but death;
your short-lived life is nearing the end.
To the compost pile, I’ll send you with this breath.
I love the creative flow of poetry ! Have been writing a bit off and on since the early 80’s and read lots of it these days ! Has poetry ever been written in an effort to capture the essence of you ? Sort of the capture of as many elements of the personality, character and beauty as possible in the light of another persons mind ! I think of it as word art . And fun ! 🙂
Honestly, most of the poetry I write takes on a more humorous tack. This was a touch more serious in nature, but not really. I’m more of a laugher – though I’m often mistaken for being terrible serious as I frequently get lost in thought. This poem was brought about due to an outbreak of fruit flies in the house – which happens from time to time when I buy organic bananas. They ARE fascinating little creatures, however, so I don’t harbor too much ill will toward them.