Summer Cannot Wait

By Stickleback

Tue, 04 Aug 2015
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The fly came through my waiting

Shocked life into slow breathed expectancy

Not a butterfly

Though I wanted one

Now the fly must do

It has come unawares

Intent on vibrant normality

Knowing confusion picks the moment

Trembling hesitates

In dry oblivion

Spiders sting is never late

 

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Certificate U
Poem
The Anvil Earth
Nature

Comments

Submitted by london_calling79 on

Oh this is a bit lovely! Love the word choices - very different. If I may make a suggestion it would to be to remove the capitals at the start of each line - disrupts the flow a little. You can break a line easily to draw attention to certain words, but just start the next one with a small letter. Excellent poem.