Misery

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    While taking a nap a fly buzzed into the room and to the window hoping to escape or dancing with it's reflection. I had to write about it when i woke to find it quiet and still on the sill.

    Misery


    Misery

    The pane exacts a penalty

    the fly does not  see

     he dances with misery

    within  his reflection

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    TinaD commented on Misery

    12-09-2010

    This poem seems to be a great description of "Karma". It exacts it's toll whether we are aware of it or not.

    SEVEN commented on Misery

    08-14-2010

    I would kill to write some concise poetry like u Paolo....U got the gift to write a short and to the point piece....Kudo points

    Paolo

    10/23/2010

    No violence please. Writing concise poetry isn't your gig my friend, your voice doesn't always lend it to this style but then not all rock groups will do solely rock some do ballads at times.

    rsalassi commented on Misery

    07-07-2010

    Such a simple idea so well expressed.,,like the kitten mesmerized by her reflection in the mirror.

    gmcookie commented on Misery

    06-28-2010

    Paolo, Never one to waste words, your little description of one of the most ordinary events, the passing of a fly, illustrates a much deeper principle... He didn't go quietly. He fought to get out. He struggled with death. I suppose, that's the most any of us could hope for. This piece reminds me of one of my favorite Emily Dickinson poems: "I heard a fly buzz when I died".

    Paolo

    10/23/2010

    You have gotten to the point of this small work dear friend.

    knight4696 commented on Misery

    04-27-2010

    Paolo - You can defiantely convey man - can'tcha?! :) Damn, see what I mean - you have a poetic eye ... you're so unique and creative - this is truly a great piece written in classic Paolo style! :) Ken

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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