Because I think it’s pretty

Hi everyone,

Several years ago I wrote a poem about a dead wasp I found on a windowsill in our kitchen. My editor, Wendy Murray, liked it and asked me to write a book with poems with that much feeling. The collection became CONNECTING DOTS. I know I’ve told you about this before and posted the poem, which I’m doing again here.

Bumping at the windowpane
He fought against the solid air
That held him as a prisoner there,
But all his struggles were in vain.

Never comprehending glass
Clear as air that stopped him hard
And blocked his freedom to the yard,
Repeatedly he tried to pass.

Eventually he lost his fight
And perished on a sunny sill
Facing toward his freedom still,
Wings awry in broken flight.

He had a name, Trypoxylon,
A small but vibrant living thing
Who came in by the door in spring
And in a day or two was gone.

(c) by David L. Harrison
Boyds Mills Press, 2004

What prompted today’s post was this picture.

This dead wasp was floating in my pool, a careless victim of its need to snatch a drink of water. However you might feel about wasps in general or this one in particular, I like the pattern in the water. Meanwhile the sky matched the scene.

11 comments on “Because I think it’s pretty

  1. As Above

    This dying wasp, this crystal pool,
    reflecting clouds and sky.
    A perfect metaphor, a jewel
    For nonbeliever I.

    As above,then so below
    our ancestors believed.
    I wish that I could feel it so,
    My conscience then relieved.

    That when we loose this mortal husk
    And heavenward do go,
    The soul will fly into the dusk,
    While body sinks below.

    ©2017 Jane Yolen all rights reserved

  2. Thanks David for your poem and pictures. I keep water out for my Red wasp to make paper nest while I photograph them. I saved a bumblebee that had its foot caught on a deck board. I loved both poems – yours and Jane’s.

    • Hello, Mary Nida. Glad you came by and happy you like today’s poems. I understand about saving small things. When I’m in the pool, I often give a struggling insect a free ride to safety on the back of my hand.

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