All Things Must Come to an End

There is almost something divine

unfurled in simple flight

Little wings that lift a life

well into the light


What a wonder they display

dancing on the air

To move from point to point

content in their affair


Some magic of a motion

invisible to me

Hovering and piloting

all so effortlessly


They trespass through tranquility

without claiming any place

Fluttering so discretely

giving neither hunt nor chase


But the buzzing is insidious

annoyance invades my space

My swatter has splattered the dance

and the fly has fallen from grace.

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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

Ah, so. Human patience must come to an end - and so must the annoying, but - 'almost divine' flight of a fly, uplifting to the light, wondrous and magic, but insidious. Oh, dear. Not sure which to pity - if either. Just another very minor drama played out on a very -"Off-Broadway" stage.

Good food for thought, though, and so temptingly served.


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cat on a soapbox 4 years ago from Los Angeles

This poem made me smile as I can relate to that annoyance and the murderous flick w/ my dish towel when a fly has invaded my kitchen. Underneath its charm though lies a deeper truth about human nature: we are quick to rid ourselves of the "pests" that invade our spaces, yet we often choose to deny the ramifications of trespassing and claiming the spaces that belong to wildlife. That given, humans will always envy the bees, butterflies, and birds for their ability to fly. As Nelieanna said, "not sure which to pity." Thank you for a delightful read. :)

-Cat


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

Cat, I appreciate that wisdom and approval.

And BTW, dear Alan - lest I sounded critical or judgmental: - as a kid spending every summer at the ranch with my folks during my first 10 or so years, I'd no compunctions about a 'deal' to swat 100 flies congregating on the back screen door, ready to invade the kitchen, for the prize of 'a' - yes, on (1) - lemon drop! I equated the morality of it with a separate deal to collect & bring to the wood cook stove's kindling box, 10 colanders full of wood chips from the woodpile where the actual wood was axed to fuel the fire once the chips started it. Prize for that labor was that I got to keep the -(somewhat the battered up from the task) - colander for my very own "hope chest". Till my last move into this house some 26 years ago, I still had that old aluminum colander & treasured it. Had to contribute it to a garage sale needed to cut down on excesses of combining two households, though! :-)


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

BTW - the collander had to be filled 10 times, as often as needed for the entire summer's home-cooked meals, in order to become my own! So it really did take a beating by the time I could claim it. hehe


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xstatic 4 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

Good one Alan!

I was just after one of those pesky flies earlier today, but he disappeared before I could nail him. This is a great twist on the nature poem, admiration of effortless flight, then losing parience with the buzz.


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BlossomSB 4 years ago from Victoria, Australia

Loved it! It made me smile, too. Succinct and to the point. It also reminded me of the little native bees that can hover in the one spot for ages, like a mini helicopter.


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

My wife says her only question to God will be "why did you make flies"? I remember watching documentaries featuring wild animals; wilderbeast, lions, ect. even children sitting in African villages and being astonished at the flies feasting at their eyes. The few I encounter are hardlyorth the swat!


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Hi cat, Pity the fly I suppose. I remain to be annoyed another day. Hope you are weel and thanks for reading.


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Nellieanna, You should write more of the early years. We did things then, no one today would dream of. I mentioned rabbit ears last week and my daughter was envisioning a dead rabbit drapped over the T.V.


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

BlossomSB! Thanks for dropping by. We have the pesky little bees here too. They have homesteaded beneath the picnic table.


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

I do admire the fly, when they are out of sight. Thanks for reading Jim and I hope you are well.


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Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

What a delightful read here, and made me smile too, as others have stated.

Excellent poetry. Image is perfect. Really enjoyed reading this one.

Voted up+++ and sharing

God bless. In His Love, Faith Reaper


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Perspycacious 4 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

There are flies enough to go around, and around, and around, and..... .


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Mhatter99 4 years ago from San Francisco

I won't spoil your day by sharing with you what my son shared with me about the fly. My son is a big shot dinosaur hunter.Thank you for the great poem.


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

hahaha! I'll be falling asleep still chuckling about the dead rabbit, with ears draped over the TV!

I'm keeping more notes about the early years. But there were just so many of them, so many predating rabbit-ears! Try wind-up Victrolas! :-) Thank you for the suggestion.


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

There are enough indeed, Perspycacious. Good to hear from you. Hope you are well.


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Hello Faith Reaper, Thank you for the kind comment. I may have to reconsider the fly. He has made so many smile.


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Hello Martin and thanks for coming by. I suspect your son finds flies somewhat easier than dinosaurs and I can't imagine the size of the swatter he must carry!


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Nellieanna, Unfamiliar with the wind ups, but, how interesting most of us would find such a story. I will wait and keep encouraging you to write of such times.


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AudreyHowitt 4 years ago from California

Witty and clever write! Poor fly!


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tillsontitan 4 years ago from New York

Everyone had to smile because it was so clever and relatable! We've all pondered that buzzing fly....some spurred to immediate action, others thinking, if he'd just go away I'd let him live!

Great job arb!

Voted up, funny and interesting.


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phdast7 4 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

Afternoon Alan - Don't know why I am always taken by surprise at your sudden (well, to me sudden) twists and turns. I certainly know you write humorous things, youve certainly led me down the path all unsusp[ecting before. :) Maybe its because I never write anything humorous, never have, not sure why, so I don't suspect in others what I don't find in myself...or I could just be a really slow learner. :)

Beautiful little gem of a poem that became a fun read. Sharing. :)


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CloudExplorer 4 years ago from New York City

I love this cute poem here, and I feel bad for the fly, but as you stated Arb, all things must come to an end. Hehe........ Nice poem


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

Thank you again for that encouraging suggestion, Alan. Of course, as usual, I'm tempted to launch right into wind-up Victrolas here, but I'm valiantly resisting! There really is ample story about them.

In fact, I'm seriously considering offline writing all my comments to hubs which seem to inspire me to blab on and on, & depositing them in my 'potential hubs' folder for critical consideration & perhaps a hub or series might thereby emerge.

Then I'd return to the hub comment thread to briefly reply to the inspiring hubs with brief comments. Wouldn't that be a landmark - or a New Year's resolution of merit? :-)


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drbj 4 years ago from south Florida

Inpiring poetry, arb. The subject - not so much. Why are flies such a menace in the kitchen or at a picnic? How much could a poor little fly eat?


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Hello Audrey, Somehow I knew the fly would garnish all the empathy.


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AudreyHowitt 4 years ago from California

Of course!


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Hello Mary, it is good to see you here. thank you. It is a hate/love relationship. I used to love/now I hate.


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Hi Theresa! Well, you are anything but a slow learner. You enjoy humor and I've gleened humor from your writes. I think it is more. If being humorous is your motive, then what follows will make every effort to comply. Try it, you will like it. Your intellect is too keen. You simply need to change the initial motive. Your last piece was quite humorous, remember it made me smile!


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Hi cloudExplorer. Thanks for reading. Don't feel to sorry for the fly. If I kept buzzing around your face, you would splatter me too.


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

If you are tempted little butterfly, I will feed your temptation with daily encouragement or annoyance, depending on how you deal with the onslaught. There is simply too much there to file away in a folder for some other day.


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

drbj, thank you for reading and commenting. I hope you are well. It isn't what the little fella eats that concerns me. Its the little things he wants to leave, on what I eat, that is troublesome.


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Deborah Brooks 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

ahhh I love the poem of the fly but I do hate the fly.. little nasty thing and so unhealthy.. and aggravating.. bless you

Debbie


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Hello Deborah. Thanks for reading. BTW I lived in Port Isabel many years ago. Graduated from high school there.


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ImKarn23 4 years ago

Lol..the END, eh? While i'm a believer in trying not to hurt any living thing - i also believe that creatures such as flies, mosquitoes, WASPS..etc - have no place indoors..

if they don't want to get out - they get dead!

oops..

darkly adorable..


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

Thank you, Alan. You're most kind.

Results will tell the tale.


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Thanks Leslie. I don't like hurting living things either. It helps therefore, to see the fly splattered first. Then you merely splatter the splatter.


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

So I guess you have started then?


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

There's no Victrola story on here. It's a start. :-)

Hugs


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Genna East 3 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

Lol! Okay, Alan, you had me there. I loved this. I truly thought the birds were the subject of this poem; until, of course, the swatter was unleashed and the fly revealed. There is much meaning here, hovering between these well written lines. Touche! :-)


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arb 3 years ago from oregon Author

Thanks Genna. Originally, I had a fly there, but, it gave everything away so I switched to the birds. After all, don't want to interfere with the readers imagination!

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