The fly sees my hand
And knows it is death
It is only I who am confused
By poems
For dVerse Poets Pub: Meeting the Bar
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The Quantumverse
The fly sees my hand
And knows it is death
It is only I who am confused
By poems
For dVerse Poets Pub: Meeting the Bar
qbit 
Excellent micropoem! I think you understand poems more than you know.
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Thanks! I was hoping to provoke just a bit of thought. Let’s see if I get yelled at, lol!
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It wasn’t… no, I’ll be good; for now!
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I think my own confusion of them makes me keep writing them. I like this ooem, and hate those nasty flies!
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Hahaha! Yes, agreed on why we keep writing. And those pesky flies!
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Most intriguing metaphor I’ve ever read!
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Ah, thank you! I know it is a bit nuanced, glad you liked it.
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Well, OK, it is more than a little nuanced, lol!
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LOL! I hear Uecker saying “Juuust a bit outside.”
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Perhaps flies are not given enough credit!
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Indeed.
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Oh wow! Short and sweet. The imagery is great.
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Thank you so much!
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So few words, such truth! 🙂 Hah! I love it! 🙂 Metaphoria indeed.
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Thanks so much. I was worried it was too terse.
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Exactly… though I thought more of giant beetles and Franz Kafka that flies.
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Ahahaha! Yes, that would have been good too.
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Nice comparison to the fly and confusion with death.
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Clever! Sometimes the hand of death is exactly that.
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Thanks!!
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