Shadows shift and squeeze the reins on summer
Slowly seduced by sleep flies linger longer
I think one less fly won’t matter
It’s in my way
Oh, its purpose greater than my demeanor?
Can I transfer my words
To this chaotic world
As I hear the incessant buzz
The ominous hum
Of the unsavory every day
What will I say? Sara, our host says “Tonight’s prompt is inspired by Paul Brookes. Paul tweets as @PaulDragonwolf1, and blogs at”

Her challenge is to write a poem,, he writes sonnets, we can write any form, about arachnids and insects, finding their strange beauty and essential link to the world we live in and similarities to humans.
I share my offering here, but will say, I do not like flies, or mosquitos. I own a flyswatter.

About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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3 Responses to Pests

  1. Sunra Rainz says:

    “Oh its purpose greater than my demeanour?” – I really like this line. For they buzz around so full of purpose and yet they always unruffle one’s calm demeanour! Mine, anyway! 🙂


  2. Ingrid says:

    Oh yes, flies can be so disruptive of one’s thinking! I hope you managed to get it out…


  3. rothpoetry says:

    Your poem describes the fly situation very well. Seems like there are many more at the end of summer. And, if you live one or near a farm … oh my… Keep the screens in the windows! Well done.


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