One fly incredibly annoying
buzzing
darting
daring, lights, lifts,
disappears.
Invisible
transformed to sound
annoying,distasteful,distracting,
dive-bombing
swat-able
if only sound
would transmogrify
back to substance and settle—
There!
A black dot on a cinnamon roll.
But who am I to take life I can’t create?
What would Buddha do?
I eat the fly.
That is so funny. You ate the fly? I had a fly who seemed to have a vendetta with me and would not stop. I like this piece. Welcome to Stars Rite;))
Thank you, Fia. As a poet, disjunction is my friend.
Love this piece.
Buddha is the fly.
Enjoyed this I do recall eating or choking a fly by error was 10 at the beach pools and I got out was walking or running back to beach and had mouth open chatting and in it goes can’t recall if I swallowed it but yuk the feeling was not good
Enjoyed your write ✍️
Even Norman Bates would not kill a fly.
It’s a funny ending, but I am not sure Buddha would eat it….he might carefully catch it and try to let it go where it might find peace. Maybe our fearless leaders could take a lesson from this. Maybe a gentle catch and release rather than all the bloody swatting.
j.
Funny post Winston. Irritating little wotsits aren’t they? I’m a swatter myself, but Buddha is far more merciful. Good to see you here.
Chris