Challenge

Ready for a fight,
staring eye to eye.
Keeping you at sight,
pesky little fly.

Swatting at the air,
swiping here and there,
you escape my stare
then hide in my hair.

I hit my own head
hoping this will end,
your body lays dead
while playing pretend.

Ego at my face,
enticing a chase,
I remain in place
feeling my own grace.

I start to ignore
your attempt at war,
decide not to score
then center my core.

My heart fills with light
it reaches new heights,
I sigh and feel bright
you take off, full flight.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published on September 14, 2021

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  1. Awww what a fun piece, dearest Grace!! The rhyming is just divine and creates this soothing flow. Cleverly unique, my friend πŸ€πŸ€—β€¦well done!!

  2. I love this one! I can see this one as either lighthearted and straightforward–who hasn’t been annoyed by a fly?–or as metaphorical for people who try to get your attention by being horrible and thus make your life about them, even if it is constant war. But if you ignore their attempts to put you on the defensive, don’t reciprocate, and center yourself, your heart fills up with light again and your perspective heals. (And sometimes they’ll even get bored and “buzz off”, or so one can hope …)

  3. The smallest lives probably care nothing for us…until they sense the waning of our carelessness.

    I enjoyed this poem much, and feel it grows into a love and affirmation of the fly and the fly-like.

  4. I can definitely relate to this, especially recently! I had a fly that landed next to me on the table while I was working, and I hit it, but I guess it didn’t kill it because it flopped around a little bit, then took off in flight again πŸ€¦β€β™€οΈ so frustrating haha πŸ˜‚

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