Home » Poems » Constance La France » Bugs

Bugs

Bugs that fly and bite, bugs that crawl and eat flowers; bugs that just won't stop ... But, a spider lives in a, garden pail - I call him George ! _______________ August 20, 2021 Poetry/Tanka/Bugs Copyright Protected, ID 08-1382-374-20 All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France Written for the Standard contest, A Buzzy Tanka sponsor, M.L. Kiser, Judged 09/11/2021

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Ann Foster

Date: 8/25/2021 12:50:00 PM

I love George... :) Great poem. Spiders can be very cool, and serve a purpose. Nice write my friend. God bless your day. Ann

Constance La France
Date: 8/25/2021 4:45:00 PM

Anne, I love George too, I have given him the garden pail to live his life, he is very busy making webs and catching bugs, when he does he sort of does a dance. But, we do have some very pesky bugs here too that just won't stop ~ love and serenity _Constance

Hilo Poet

Date: 8/20/2021 3:04:00 PM

Constance, I must delve into a sample of what's intended, pipping-in -- I trust that poor George, 'tis whoever be, bears some regret even to this day, -- a promising snippet my friend, here's hoping you the best, Aloha!

Constance La France
Date: 8/21/2021 1:02:00 PM

William, thanks for the visit and comment, I check the pail everyday and George the spider is busy weaving his web still ~ peace and tranquility _ Constance