"Still Life, Flowers with Fly" by Thomas Hill‘Persistence’ by David L. Williams The Society August 17, 2022 Culture, Humor, Poetry 4 Comments . Persistence It seems when flies get in from the outside, They never find how to get out again; Instead they only buzz around and hide, A game that often is the death of them. At times hours pass when you think they have died But then you glimpse a shadow, hear a hum, And know that they again are on the fly With strategies to keep you on the run, Sneaking anew in places not yet tried To lull you once again into inaction, Until at last you catch them in new light Where window panes offered some fresh attraction And drew them on, like cattle to the slaughter, Under the sudden squash of your fly swatter. . . David L. Williams is recently retired from 34 years teaching high school English in Lincoln, Nebraska, his primary residence since he went to college there in the 80s. He has been published in Autumn Sky Daily Poetry, Rat’s Ass Review, Masque & Spectacle, Live Nude Poetry, Sublunary Review, and Provenance Journal. More about David and his poetry at his webpage, http://classwords.com. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 4 Responses Morrison Handley-Schachler August 17, 2022 Thanks for this amusing poem, David. It sums up a common experience. A tragic ending with a crunch, Not only for the flies, But for the spiders, too, whose lunch Is spoiled before their eyes. Reply Margaret Coats August 19, 2022 Nice summer sonnet, David, with an interesting rhyme scheme abab acac adad ee. The “a” rhymes keep appearing again and again like the flies, until the couplet slaughters them with the swatter. Good job. Reply Alena Casey August 21, 2022 A very relatable poem in our household! Reply Janice Canerdy August 21, 2022 Your sonnet is skillfully written, entertaining, and very descriptive. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.