The Bug

THE BUG I was bitten by a bug It wasn't the bed-bug kind It didn't hurt to feel the bite, The attack was in my mind. This bug was a different type It struck one cold winter's night. It was called a poetry bug, Which encouraged me to write. I opened up my laptop, Yet didn't know where to start. Poems need to be meaningful, Ones that spring from the heart. My thoughts were in a muddle As words swirled in my head, I became engrossed in writing, And forgot to go to bed Quickly different forms I wrote, Pantoum, tanka and haiku. I also wrote a villanelle Plus a few of humour too.. I was bitten by a bug It grasped me in it's vice, Once having tasted it's effects I won't need to be bitten twice. Copyright © Vivien Wade Nov.12, 2016

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Vivien Wade

Date: 7/6/2017 2:15:00 AM

Thank you for your comment. Pleased it gave you a laugh, which is good medicine. blessings, vivien

Heidi Sands

Date: 7/3/2017 7:54:00 PM

This is a very fun write! Love it :)

Daniel Turner

Date: 7/3/2017 9:29:00 AM

Very much fun and really clever, Scarlett. I'm still suffering from the effects of my bite:)

Chris Green

Date: 7/3/2017 7:15:00 AM

Fortunately for many of us there is no pesticide that will keep this bug away. This was fun Vivien and wonderfully written