Fridays and Saturdays are going to be a challenge for me. My commitment is to only post poems that are written on the day that I am posting them. My Sabbath, which I observe formally, begins at Sundown on Friday and ends at dark on Saturday. I don't write on the Sabbath, and on some Fridays, including this one, I work almost up until sundown. So, I stayed up past midnight, and just wrote a poem between 12 and 1:30AM. I came up with the following, thanks to my husband, who earlier gave me the word, "spotted." I asked him for a word for inspiration. That's what he gave me, and the following is what I came up with. And now I have to go to sleep!
Spotted
By Batsheva 12/4/09
I spotted a fly
On my window sill
And it made me wonder why
Why were flies created?
It’s a thing to be debated
They’re dirty
They can make you ill
As annoying as the biggest pill
Yet here they are
They’re everywhere
Not caring if we humans care. . .
Their eyes are almost magical
So faceted, fantastical
What do they see
With those fly eyes?
Do they bring the world
Down to their size?
And what am I to them?
Ahem. . .
Oh what am I to them?
Do they fear me?
Can they hear me?
I just don’t want them coming near me!
So though these thoughts
Popped in my head
I moved quickly
And now it’s dead
Just a moment after I spotted. . .
I swatted.
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I do not know why this says that I posted it at 10:29 PM on Thursday, when I posted it at 1:29PM on Friday. I can only assume that Blogger lists posts as Pacific time. I'd really like to figure out how to change that because it's making me look like a liar!
ReplyDeleteMy wonderful hubby showed me how to change it, so now posts are showing Eastern time. And it automatically fixed the previous posts too. Yay!
ReplyDeleteExcellent, keep up the good works.
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