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Which Are Still Reflective In Me
by Philip F De Pinto
Trying to make some moot point
You punch a hole in the screen
Through which a fly flies through
And you - in the direction opposite to the fly
He entering - you exiting - you angel
Who were all the buzz
Before the fly flew in
Who were to vanish from the scene
To venture off to who knows where?
Perhaps become a face
Reflective upon some lake
And what a seraphic face to reflect upon such
And how fortunate of the lake
Weary of reflecting and entertaining
Such features as are privy to a sky
With that singular blinding eye
And what will I do to entertain a fly?
When I would have much preferred
Be in league with your own blinding features
To heap upon such things
Which are still reflective in me
09/12/2014 Posted on 09/12/2014
Copyright © 2025 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/13/14 at 03:53 AM A fascinating exchange of characters in this piece, Philip. "And what will I do to entertain a fly?" - this line really tickles me. One would hope the angel returns. |
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