The summer flies are banging
against my front screen door again
how insistent they are
on gaining their freedom
I just get settled on the sofa
and I hear them slamming
against the metal again
I rise to crack open the door
and allow another bunch to escape
How accommodating I've become
in my involuntary and ever growing
awareness of fleeting time
Go...GO I say
and be flies
go and eat poop
and whatever you can snatch
from someone's bistro cafe sandwich
go and be a scourge upon the populace
annoying and pissing off one and all
with your kamikaze fly bys
the world is your cat box
so feast your omniscient eyes upon it
and take it all in
It's all over in a few weeks
you know
MY
how
the
summer
flies
I so love it. An Ode to Flies. A true poet can write a good poem about anything and you have just demonstrated this - be grateful for your screen door tho - I lack that and have always coveted one. Such a nice satisfying slap it makes as it closes.
ReplyDeleteI have killed flies all day so this was perfect!!! I agree with Sherry you can take anything and make a great poem out of it :)...btw I have been looking for an ankle bracelet for the gbaby...and my post doused by tears you were the only one who really got it!!! Much love, Cindy
ReplyDeletehand slaps
ReplyDeleteeach hidden pool of water
mosquitoes
It fully relates, Tim, I can rear the night bugs banging the door screen now... boing, boing, boink!
WOW well done!!!! I love it so funny, excellent Tim
ReplyDeleteSuch are our life-spans in the grand scheme. Nice one, Timoteo!
ReplyDeletethis is stunning.
ReplyDeletelove the image and imagery ...
Happy Potluck!
awww, look at you letting the flies live instead of killing them off one by one :)
ReplyDeleteYou are awesome. That is one cool backyard, too, although, I wouldn't play baseball there.
ReplyDeleteSHERRY,
ReplyDeleteI find they are a necessity...how can I tell someone DON'T LET THE SCREEN DOOR HIT YA if I don't have a screen door?
CINDY,
Maybe I got your poem because I get YOU!
MAGYAR,
The mosquitoes now, I'm not quite as benevolent toward them!
LORRAINE,
I once was adopted by a fly...he just stayed on my arm and wouldn't leave. I thought he really liked me, then I realized there was some cat poop on my arm.
BUBBA,
I believe you have connected with the pathos of this poem.
JINGLE,
Thanks for being there!
LORI,
When they say of me, "He wouldn't harm a fly," they are not kidding.
THINGY,
No, baseball is out...and so is Pin The Tail On The Donkey!
Wow you really do on the edge of the desert don't you? We get massive big blow flies here that could practically pick you up and carry you away.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem Timmy.
I really hope the summer does fly. We haven't gotten to the super hot yet. Well, perhaps it will discourage the flies when it comes.
ReplyDeleteHaaaaaahh!! What an amazing ann ORIGINAL take on the prompt! Live and let live indeed! Or should I say "live and let die" in this particular case of flies? ;-)
ReplyDeleteWay to go, Tim!! :)
Flies are brazen little bastards aren't they? This is a fantastic and unique take on the prompt I could visualize this easily
ReplyDeleteLOVE it. summer flies? time flies! Sheesh. er, dammit.
ReplyDeletesmiles. excellent sir...the summer flies for sure, it will be out the door before you know it...like life...and its metaphors...
ReplyDelete"the world is your cat box
ReplyDeleteso feast your omniscient eyes upon it
and take it all in" so profound in the midst of your rant...made me smile...the mosquitoes and black flies are thick here, they most certainly could carry away a small child with ease as a swarm!
What is up with the flies? In summer they want out, in fall they want in. Worse than cats, I tell ya.
ReplyDeleteAnd for that 'pillar of the community' line, I inform you that I am working on a way to shrink your head from vast distances.
GYPSY,
ReplyDeleteThank you, my sweet!
SHARON,
Can't believe it's mid June already...almost time to shop for my Halloween costume!
KAVITA, MINDLOVEMISERY, MARIAN, BRIAN,
Always nice to see you, dudes!
LAURAX,
Here they come...let's anchor ourselves to the bedpost!
JOY,
Ha ha ha...hee hee hee...hoo hoo hoo...I just couldn't resist!
big smile.
ReplyDeleteTime does indeed fly. Look forward to long summer nights reading pieces like this.
ReplyDeleteI can almost (but not quite) stand the flies just a teeny bitty bit more than the mosquitos.
ReplyDeleteAs always, Tim, a pure delight :)
The world is indeed their cat box...
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of which, I'm glad you liked the pics of Anubis. ^-^
He is indeed a sweetie, when he's not being an unholy terror...
Good luck with those flies.
XOXO
ICK, Tim!
ReplyDeleteYou handled this topic ideally.
Absolutely hilarious: my how the summer flies.
ReplyDeleteToo funny!
Summer flies...this was really cool write :)
ReplyDeleteMy, how time flies when we're having fun!
ReplyDeleteNicely done, Timoteo.
Great callback to the flies
ReplyDeleteAlthough I won't tell lies
I smack them with whatever I can and they die
Or if they get in the cats eye
They are eaten
So I guess either way they are beaten
MRS. MEDIOCRITY, ELAINE, TALON, KIM, ELIZABETH, AYALA, ANDY: I want you all to consider that flies make good pets. You don't have to feed them--they fend for themselves. They eat the dead skin off your body, among other things too indelicate to mention. And just like children, when they're old enough, you shoo them out the door and hope they will find someplace else to live!
ReplyDeleteBLAKK DUCHESS,
He's a beauty, alright!
PAT,
Swatting flies is oh so rude
one should only kill for food
so if the flies must die
then you should make a shoo fly pie!
Great fun, great look at nature and life. Terrific work, Timo!
ReplyDeleteFlies buzzing on a screen door. Every summer I remember back east. Good stuff!
ReplyDeleteJOSEPH,
ReplyDeleteThanks for checking in...got to see what's new with you now.
SEEK THE SUN,
Thanks for bathing me in your golden rays.