Flit Poems - Poems about Flit

*** Bugged *** Summer is here. A beautiful time of the year, or nearly. If only it only gave life to the good and better Of useful insects, while lurring the others To stay far away! I check my purchased pantry pest trap. See if I’ve caught the annoying...

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The clock tick tack, slowly flows... ...

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downcast moonless night bewitched firefly flitting through victim moaning sea 3/16/2020...

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Why is our stuff all in a box? And all my clothes in a pillowcase? Where are my toys, I want to play? They were all here yesterday. Why are the mattresses in the lobby? Why is the budgies cage covered up? Why do you keep saying, my son, just shurrup? I'm tired Mum, can I go to bed? Later son, later, was...

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Flit and Spin By Brett Somers Mind sticking round and round. Loneliness is that sticking sound. No pillows of comfort Nor footstep, firm ground. Why does my loneliness stick? My ears make me sick. Meddlesome they play. Which way, which way. Decisively I sway. Meadows sit and chirp. Flit and mock. How I sit and flit. Flit and rock. Flit and rock. Mind sticking round and round Rubbing stones. This wonderous wanderlust. Pondering thus. A...

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Butterflies flit in the light of day, toying about exchanging nectar of early spring first blossom flush. Yielding open fragrant starry clusters of soft –white buds and blossoms, curling tendrils, of jasmine branches twining unaided among the trellis. After a while at shades of darkest gray of twilight, butterflies depart in tranquil silence to return in the light of day until flowers slowly wilt and fall 8/19/2016...

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I’m leaving when the even tide Descends upon this day I know of many fleeting hearts Persistent in this way Feelings left to fight in squalor Tell me how it’s fair? I should hurt myself to learn That you will never care!...

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