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why did I fixate on the dead beetle
its pearlescent green body shimmering
in spite of the dull asphalt
never having wondered at a dead fly
curled on a windowsill or a spider
small, uninteresting, hairy, and black
killed as it crawled toward me --
the trudge across my desk less like
an attack and more like a journey
an exploration, on retrospection
harmless, lonely even
but I miss the life of the beetle
I mourn it -- a shade casts
upon my countenance
at the sight of this gone thing
lying on its side
as if to sleep for a moment
only to be stolen away
by a failing heart maybe
where are the obituaries
for the worms flooded
from their homes and drowned
their brown bodies cast
about the stark white sidewalk
like soldiers fallen
on a barren battlefield
remembrance
for bright red ladybugs,
soft, yellow bumblebees
green jewel beetles
with suddenness
I faced the cruelty of life.
its pearlescent green body shimmering
in spite of the dull asphalt
never having wondered at a dead fly
curled on a windowsill or a spider
small, uninteresting, hairy, and black
killed as it crawled toward me --
the trudge across my desk less like
an attack and more like a journey
an exploration, on retrospection
harmless, lonely even
but I miss the life of the beetle
I mourn it -- a shade casts
upon my countenance
at the sight of this gone thing
lying on its side
as if to sleep for a moment
only to be stolen away
by a failing heart maybe
where are the obituaries
for the worms flooded
from their homes and drowned
their brown bodies cast
about the stark white sidewalk
like soldiers fallen
on a barren battlefield
remembrance
for bright red ladybugs,
soft, yellow bumblebees
green jewel beetles
with suddenness
I faced the cruelty of life.
and yes, in the end, I answered my own question.
I think.
or sometimes a pipe is just a pipe, right?
we all have the magpie eye now and again.
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This poem is entered in CRLiterature's April Poetry Contest.
See details here www.deviantart.com/blackbowfin…
I think.
or sometimes a pipe is just a pipe, right?
we all have the magpie eye now and again.
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This poem is entered in CRLiterature's April Poetry Contest.
See details here www.deviantart.com/blackbowfin…
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Beautiful piece! And relatable, too. Under normal circumstances, I don't think twice about the death of an insect; however, I would be remiss if I failed to mention the time I saw a butterfly, still half alive, with torn wings. Damn thing nearly made me cry -- it was so fragile, still clinging to life, and I knew it would never fly again. Anyway. Congrats on the DD!! And well done!

Even the tiniest things show us the essence of life on this earth, the cruelty and the beauty of it. Your poem captures both with finely woven lines and emotions shimmering between them. As long as we have this, the ability to value and moarn for the smallest lives, there is still hope for humanity.
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