The Fly Poem by Robert Leary

The Fly

Rating: 5.0


In the garden
You sit upon my book
I look you in the eye
…receive a pleasant look

I think myself your master
Too bad you cannot read…
Ah…but kaleidoscopic eyes
See beyond what I’ve conceived

Now you are my master
And I am but your pet…
Remember me in your travels
For you I’ll not forget

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kristi Wilson 30 November 2009

hmm i especially like your poem a lot :)

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Robert Roberts 30 June 2012

nice man beautiful write up

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Hazel Connelly 08 April 2012

great poem about the fly, love the style.

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Fred Babbin 06 December 2009

I envy your content and style. I have wracked my brain to get there, but not yet.

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Cynthia Buhain-baello 01 December 2009

You do write exceptionally well. This is another poem that has al the mechanics of what real poetry is all about: unity, meter, rhyme, content, and style. The subject is subtly referred to in these lines and it was a clever idea to address 'the fly' as someone, and then work on it through the verses. Really clever, artisitic, and immensely enjoyable to read. I have a passion for reading real poems, and the rewards of that passion come when I encounter poems such as this.10++++

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george george 01 December 2009

Interesting take on this common insect! Fascinating!

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Robert Leary

Robert Leary

New London, Connecticut
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