The Fly

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"An animal's eyes have the power to speak a great language."
Martin Buber

Misty-eyed, however I tried
not to cry in the tub ... I cried
as I recalled our red eye
flight to Napa to drink fine wine.

I'm not sure why I thought of you,
maybe the Bali Hai in the fridge,
when from the top of a beveled tile
I saw a fly drop into the water,
a bit surprised inasmuch I
seldom see flies this time of year.

Still, I couldn't let that fly,
so I scooped him out of the tub,
but there on the rug pile
my little fly died.

Under a bowl of potpourri I
found a doily to use as a shroud,
and then by the toilet what did I find
in the stylish waste paper basket,
but one of my poems of undying love
I crimped into a little casket.

"'Bye 'bye, little guy," I said to the fly.
"you too, Liz" I said to the poem
as the three of us took to water.

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Maria2394Maria2394over 9 years ago
awww :)

GM, this is a really touching poem, in many ways. I always enjoy your work and congrats on the recognition!

~m

greenmountaineergreenmountaineerover 9 years agoAuthor

Yes, Trix, it was on the threads on PF&D, but this is an edited version. The change was simple word play with the word "fly."

TrixareforkidsTrixareforkidsover 9 years ago
I'm having a deja vu moment

Please tell me this was on the threads :)

I'm bothered by the line 'Still I couldn't let that fly'

and I wonder if the intent is to be bothered by the unfinished line

changing let to leave would alleviate the unfinished feel so I sit here pondering, re-reading, still undecided if it was intentional to further the feel of the memories of a past relationship that has the person in the tub crying, vainly trying, to save the poor doomed fly.

twelveoonetwelveooneover 9 years ago
yeh

what he said

five for the fly

Ashesh9Ashesh9over 9 years ago
the Poem , the Fly & the Poet ....... a great Existential Riddle hidden in the

enigmatic last line , GM :" as three of us took to water ...." : maybe my subconscious is gettin' influenced by the "Power" of 3 !