Pursued By a Soulless Fly 6 Replies Pursued by A soulless fly I stroll Through the wood. Flies live and die In this verdant place. Whilst many men die Far away from grace. Share this:PrintRedditEmailPocketPinterestTumblrTwitterFacebookLinkedInTelegramWhatsAppSkypeLike this:Like Loading... Related
Thank you, Lucy. I’m pleased you like my poem. Kevin
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Many thanks for your kind share of my poem, Michael. All the best. Kevin
Are there wicked thoughts behind? 😉 You cant print it on an invitation for a marriage. Lol
Thank you for your very interesting interpretation of my poem, Michael. I was thinking of how insects such as flies can live their lives in places of beauty which (having know soul), they are unable to appreciate), whilst human beings (who are capable of understanding beauty), often live in ugly situations (far away from the green wood), where they are unable to live and die in beauty. But all interpretations are worthwhile and I’m always fascinated by how my readers understand my poems. Best wishes. Kevin