The following poem is my response to Crispina’s Creative Challenge #27. The poem is based on a too-true experience. 😉 I do hope you will pardon me, Crispina, for adding this unsavory detail to your lovely photo.
The Fly on My Nose
My eyes on the far distant green,
and the purest white blossoms between,
toward the bright scene I incline
admiring the tones opaline.
Closer goes my nose to that pane
my eyes sweeping over terrain…
When some blip urges me to glance down
to a dot by my nose — and I frown.
Ick! Almost my nose touched that fly
that fuzzy black dot, ’til my eye
could focus and signal my brain
to jerk swiftly back on the rein.
Oh, gross! To think I almost mashed
my nose against that bit of trash.
But how many times can it be said—
our focus on far field is spread,
not seeing the end of our nose—
we often bring on ourselves woes?
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I like it. Let’s see what you make of this Wednesday’s challenge 🙂
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Glad you liked my take on the scene. Now I may need another “enlightening” moment in order to come up with something on Wednesday. 😉
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I wish you well with it
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That was fun, Christine!!
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Glad you enjoyed this little almost-ick. 😉
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Funny. What a trip to get there from that photo!
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Thanks for your comment. Actually, I had the “trip” first — while watching the birds. It was easy enough to adapt the photo. They say the best verses come gushing forth from personal experience. 🙂
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Nice result however the journey moved along. The mind can do some quick and quirky turns. 😀
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