Poem -
house flies
the house flies are dying
busily dying
bashing and crashing the
dazzling panes
frenzied to get where
they'll not go again and
it'll never much matter
none of it matters
care some tomorrow and care
more today
none of it matters
the end it's the same
bashings and frenzies and wild
sightless eyes
windows ajar
and yet still
they all fry and
it'll never much matter
none of it matters
care some tomorrow and care
less today
it's all been before
it'll all be again
bashings and frenzies and wild
sightless eyes
windows ajar and yet still
they all die
M P 22/6/22
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Love the comparisons .
extremely cleaver.
Thankyou 😊
And round and round and round it all goes — life, the universe and everything xx
More and more I think this. Everything on a loop. What is the bloody point of feeling anything about the latest war, famine, earthquake? Its happening today it happened yesterday it'll happen again tomorrow. Different places maybe ...same shit. I opened windows for the flies...I always do...they still buzzed and fried in the sun. What's the point. Thanks love xx
Marion a great write and it's all a hamster on that proverbial wheel and groundhog day thrown in for good measure.
All roads don't lead to Rome they're just one big roundabout in life and we're the cars.
Enjoyed reading and thank you for sharing.
Shaun. x.
It is Shaun...everything on repeat just a different cast and location...time and time again ...thankyou so much x