Fuzzy, buzzy fly
Of alike uncertain fate
Are you same as I?
I should probably stop complaining about Haikus, but I find it so irritatingly difficult to create these little stanzas, supposed to say so much without sounding pretentious and stuck up… And this week we were supposed to be inspired by and distill the words of William Blake’s poem The Fly (original text below)! Whaaaat? *sigh* I’ve seen some others do brilliantly at a similar exercise recently, but no Haiku poet am I… Actually had these two additional Haiku-like bits in there as well, but not sure if they belong?
Creatures of the earth
Beings- all under the sun
Not very diff’rent
Beating hearts inside
We dance in summer’s twi-light
We feed, we drink – die
In any case here’s my offering for this week’s Heeding Haiku with HA: To derive inspiration from Poetry over at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Wish I could have had my own photo to illustrate, but at least I haven’t caught any flies yet (hahaha).
Little Fly
Thy summer’s play,
My thoughtless hand
Has brush’d away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink & sing;
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength & breath;
And the want
Of thought is death;
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
Yes, the fly is the same as you 🙂 Nicely done CC.
Well done.. And my favorite is this one:
Beating hearts inside
We dance in summer’s twi-light
We feed, we drink – die
🙂
Thank you! I am trying to embrace this… But it’s SO hard to condense a feeling! *sigh* I’ll keep trying though, so thank you for the great challenges!