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A Poem by Ripped Denim 💜

Names upon faint points,
heroes living in the sky.
Fly-spots on the wall.

© 2014 Ripped Denim 💜

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Gaia Octavia

Ah. Haiku. I enjoy the structure and precision of haiku. I had to think about this one a bit. Roll it around my mind (which I do not mind at all), though I'm sure others will find meaning right away. The reason I mulled it over a bit is because I'm sure there's a deeper meaning, but my take on this lovely little piece is as if it's written from the perspective of a fly/flies trapped in a house.

Leaving their tiny marks of excrement as the only sign of having existed, unlike the heroes who they watch fly with freedom on the other side of the glass. I know I have felt that way before 🙂 But that's just my take. Nice and tight with its structure and full of great imagery. Well done!