Sunday, August 7, 2011

dark wings


There is a hole
in my house where
the wasp crawls in
again and again

I spend
countless hours
catching it up
in an empty glass
to let it fly free
in the garden
but it never
fails to
return

even so
I cannot bring
myself to crush
its

glossy

delicate

menace
.



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8 comments:

Brian Miller said...

smiles. i like...there is beauty in all things..and in life as well...so you leave me happy...nice write...

Victoria said...

Jonnia, I agree. This makes me happy. I have a hard time killing creepy crawlies. Lovely, simple poem.

Sheila Moore said...

I like the quaint simplicity of your poem as well. Unlike brian and victoria, however, I would spray the pest with wasp killer (or at least plug up the entrance hole) - just sayin' ;)

Mark Kerstetter said...

I feel the same way. There's a beautiful insect-like shape to your poem.

~Kelvin S. M. said...

..ah, your words are very simple but digs deep through my heart.. there’s so much to learn in your poetry.. and i just like your reference to the wasp in here… this so reminds me of my visit to our home in the province where i would stare a wasp roaming again and again and again – endlessly and i would simply smile as how their lives are going on.. thank you for the poem!

Unknown said...

Strange there is just one. Don't they usually swarm?

poemblaze said...

Glossy delicate menace is a great description!

Shauna said...

beautiful.