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Wasp

Posted on September 30, 2015 by robert okaji

Wasp

Outward, the quest for
space and the wings’

hunger to unfold and
shed this home of dark
flesh and encompassing desire.

And each thing remembered, the broken
sheath, the flowering desert’s return,

reflects the notion of being, of intent
in action and its corollary,

the gift of living through death.

21 thoughts on “Wasp”

iliketoitals on September 30, 2015 at 1:02 pm said:

i hate wasps, but i cant help but enjoy this one.

the last line was to die for.

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- robert okaji on September 30, 2015 at 1:25 pm said:
  
  Thank you. I’m so pleased you enjoyed it.
  
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Robin Dawn Hudechek on September 30, 2015 at 1:16 pm said:

Great poem! I like this one very much! 🙂

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- robert okaji on September 30, 2015 at 1:26 pm said:
  
  Thanks, Robin. I’m looking forward to reading your Silver Birch Press 15.
  
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  - Robin Dawn Hudechek on September 30, 2015 at 2:40 pm said:
    
    Thank you, Robert! I am really looking forward to reading your poems in this anthology! It is so wonderful to be sharing these pages with you! 🙂
    
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Erica Herd on September 30, 2015 at 3:04 pm said:

I don’t think I could ever wax so beautifully on the wasp — well done!

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- robert okaji on September 30, 2015 at 5:11 pm said:
  
  Wasps are so interesting!
  
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Talia Hardy on September 30, 2015 at 4:40 pm said:

And each thing remembered, the broken
sheath, the flowering desert’s return, what a beautiful paradox.

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- robert okaji on September 30, 2015 at 5:11 pm said:
  
  Life and death…
  
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familyrulesbyplainjane on October 1, 2015 at 8:37 am said:

Robert, I am laughing-but not at you. All I could think of when I first saw the poem is that I am a W.A.S.P. 🙂 Had to wait a while and go back and read it. It is a very good one!

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- robert okaji on October 1, 2015 at 2:02 pm said:
  
  Ha! I suppose I’m half WASP. But which half?
  
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  - familyrulesbyplainjane on October 1, 2015 at 2:18 pm said:
    
    Hmmm. Maybe the part which uses pointed language?
    
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  - robert okaji on October 1, 2015 at 2:36 pm said:
    
    That must be it. Ha!
    
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The Story in the Frame on October 2, 2015 at 10:47 am said:

Great imagery. So well said.

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- robert okaji on October 2, 2015 at 10:59 am said:
  
  You are very kind. Thank you.
  
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Doraz on October 2, 2015 at 7:51 pm said:

Nice writing! Have a buzzing weekend. lol 🙂

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- robert okaji on October 5, 2015 at 5:39 pm said:
  
  Ha!
  
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rpetermogielnicki on October 5, 2015 at 9:22 am said:

Thought-provoking words. Thank you. If I am reading this correctly it could become the theme poem (in the sense of theme song) for the natural burial movement and its recent innovation for city-dwellers, the Urban Death Project.

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- robert okaji on October 5, 2015 at 5:39 pm said:
  
  I hadn’t thought of it quite that way, but yes, that would be fitting.
  
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Beverley Lee on October 10, 2015 at 2:03 pm said:

*reading, liking this*

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- robert okaji on October 10, 2015 at 2:26 pm said:
  
  Thank you, Beverley.
  
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