Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

The Hope Bug

I usually notice bugs right away. This one was no different.
The crux was, it was walking slowly up the wall behind my computer
As I was typing and I noticed it.
 
A roach? Not quite. Something with wings though. Fat.
Not brown, but not tan, an in-between non-descript color.
I watched it make its way up the wall, toward the ceiling.
 
I smiled at its tiny little delicate black legs. It had a cute head.
It stopped walking. Maybe its heart was beating fast now, scared?
It started again, straight up to the ceiling.
 
I watched it walk steadily along the top of the ceiling
South to north.  Not a really smart bug apparently.
It gave me incessant hope we may someday be getting spring…..

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M. L. Kiser February 12, 2019 at 6:31 PM Yes! Bring on that Spring! Although here, we seem to be stuck with stink bugs, year-round for the past 5 years. It's getting so I can't walk in or out of the door without company...not exactly the company I go out of my way for. Caren Krutsinger February 12, 2019 at 6:41 PM I was so thrilled to see this bug, I do not care if it was a bomb bug; it gave me hope! I am so ready for Spring hope!

James Marshall Goff February 12, 2019 at 5:53 PM Am smiling Caren! there is poetry in your every thought! jmg Caren Krutsinger February 12, 2019 at 6:18 PM Thank you so much James. I had only written one poem that I remember until last Feb 15th, 2018 when I discovered Poetry Soup and thought, "Hey, these are NICE people! I have found my tribe!"

Silent One February 12, 2019 at 4:59 PM I think spring is on its way... nice poem Caren Caren Krutsinger February 12, 2019 at 6:18 PM Thank you Silent One. I sincerely hope so. We have missed 8 days of school for snow, ice, sleet, and freezing temperatures. We are done.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 12, 2019 at 1:04 PM Sweet write Caren, enjoyed! :) xomo Caren Krutsinger February 12, 2019 at 3:15 PM I was watching her in the middle of the night, thinking how powerful I could be and I decided to be the most powerful of all, letting her live.

Kim Rodrigues February 12, 2019 at 12:12 PM and only with the last line do I understand your fascination! Now our bugs here in Georgia want to get our of the cold harsh rain or perhaps they drown...who knows. But the mosquitoes are rubbing their greedy palms together...all abuzz and out for blood! Caren Krutsinger February 12, 2019 at 3:16 PM "The mosquitoes are rubbing their greedy palms together" is the beginning of a fantastic Kim Rodrigues poem, right?