Flies (Reposted)


One fly
On either side of a pane of glass
Each one crawling
Concentratedly searching
For a way through this invisible
But so tangible barrier
To its freedom

Seems to notice the other
And so is not disheartened
Or amused
To see the vanity of it all
Still less consider what then
If the glass is but a mirror

So people too
At liberty within the boundaries of their minds
Yet feel themselves imprisoned
And long to escape
Into the freedom they have made
Of another’s prison
And this they call love


About Ben Naga

Pilgrim on the lam. Please feel free to explore the links to learn more. I trust you will find some things there will have been worth the effort. See you there.

Posted on April 5, 2016, in Poetry, Republished and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. Imagining the possibilities, without considering the possibilities.

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  2. What a twist. Our relationships compared to trapped flies. Unique poetry and thoughts.

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  3. We get back to Plato and the shadows in the cave who believe in their reality, but only see reality in their dreams. This could have come from John Donne’s pen, I think. The concluding stanza is stunning. It achieves what all good poetry should achieve, a revealing of something absolutely true through a metaphor that is so unusual it is powerful. What a wonderful poem, Ben Naga.

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  4. Thought-provoking analogy/metaphor, Ben… well done!

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