Bugs In My Hands

This is a collection of some odd short poems I wrote on my Notes app on my phone over the past couple of years. I rediscovered them today while on the train and decided to thrust them into the world.

Bugs in my Hands I

Can you imagine

Us as tiny people

Living under the dishwasher

Running out in the night

When no one's around

To eat the morsels

Left behind by giants?

Bugs in my Hands II

Wasps are very small-

But one can make a difference.

Their hives can deter wanderers,

Their swarm a force to be reckoned with.

Bugs in my Hands III

It is sad to know that some.

Will never value the crickets singing in the grass.

They will only fixate upon the silence of their pauses-

And curse them for not constantly producing their music.

The crickets do not sing for you.

But perhaps you should listen.