on occasion

on occasion 

 

the fly in my soup

ducked under the waves

and tore his wings 

slogging through the thick split pea

of life

 

a short one on the menu for sure

not living to delve into the entree

and not a cheap appetizer

his existence, much like mine

happened with no silver spoon

 

stirring the heavy liquid eruption

drove the fly crazy

and without its wings

or its brain

it could not write one more word

 

and begged to become

part of the undiluted

green sea

as the waiter

replaced my appetizer

 

but forgot the crackers.

 

erin-cilberto

12/31/23

Reviews

[nadia dmitri]

This type of poetry is such a breath of fresh air. It still holds such effort and thought while also adding an atmosphere of contentment and daily peace. This a wonderful poem :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, nadia,
j.

[John the Baptist]

No wings. No brain. Blocked. Sounds like most poets.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, John.
j.

[Stella Armour]

All i can think about is , what inspired this poem Jacob

Why did the fly not jump on to a cracker in the first place ?
You had me smiling as i had soup for lunch today ....:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Stella,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Nothing appetizing about this mess. A fly in the soup is definitely off the menu. Certainly visual, but not at all tasty. No spoons required.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

nope, not tasty...but thanks for trying it.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

A kamikaze fly. I am starting to feel sorry for it:))) Not content to drink your soup, it is doomed to drown in it:) Like Stella, intrigued by your muse here j.