cronechronicler

Exploring the poetry of everyday life

Writing 201: Poetry – Concrete Poetry – Blue Bottle Fly

    
                                              Like blue sky
                                               Above me
                                               My color
                                               Is bright.
                                             I'm a creature
                                           Who flies and who  
                                         Buzzes and hums until  
                                        People with swatters and
                                       Horse with a tail swats and
                                       Swish at me to little avail.
                                      I want to be seen as a gift of
                                     Sheer beauty. My wings shimmer
                                     And shine in the light. Now how
                                     Can they look at my iridescence
                                    And think me a nuisance and blight?
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