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Springtime Bug or: Tiny Spirit
by Erin E Kelly-Moen
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Sheesh, why canít I write something!
It was a beautiful day, planting flowers,
Basking in the sun, cats playing,
Watering growth, wanting to write, to
Write, to write something meaningfulÖ
And now, a tiny pesky bug,
About the size of the tip of my pencil lead,
Is exploring my composition book.
Wonít jump on my pencil, teensy-tiny
Wings scurry it away, erratically. Now,
Itís in the spine of my book, if I release
My fingers splaying it apart, it will
Be crushed! Well, I canít handle that.
It needs to be prodded along, somehow.
I try again with my pencil lead, it keeps
Squirming astray. Too big, I guess, the lead.
Finally moved it with a toothpick tip, it shuffle-jumped
To the middle of the page. Okay, so now, itís looking at me.
Me; a mountain, I would think. I want it to lift off, take flight,
I donít want to be its killer, weensy as it is. At least its
Out on the page, and what happens next happens, without
Too much guilt. ..
Thank god! I grabbed my pencil to write another line,
and it took off! Good luck, tiny spirit.. And goodbye.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
4/28/12 © Copyright
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|Reviewed by jude forese
|cute ... a bug as a source of inspiration ...|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Smiling from your poem!!!
*Erin* Sooo concerning
with intense sensitivity!!!
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Very Buddhist of you as that bug could have been somebodies mother in a prior life...e|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|With your poem I recall the morning I came to my friend's kitchen table in Thailand. Some sugar had been spilled on the table and it was half covered with red ants. My friend got a cloth then begin to gently wipe the ants off the table. While it was strange to see him do this, he was a Buddhist and as such, honored all living things.
Old habits die hard. I still SWAT pesky insects.
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|they who notice and respect the small
know how to deal with the big
a delight, Erin
|Reviewed by Debby & Gordon Rosenberg
|precious in everyway|