All right now, this poem has me thinking. I am interpreting it as being about the present flu season when germs are lurking everywhere! Options ARE scant for avoiding them. Smiles.
I thought the same as Mary, but suspect you have a deeper meaning here too. To do or die, options scant - well that's more about life and choices to me.
Thinking of the present 'rounds' of bugs and other weird things, then I think you are writing about them... What to do, how to avoid and how to manage to get over and to live...
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Love that first stanza
"Germ on a slide
right on the verge
anxious to hide
fighting the urge"
All right now, this poem has me thinking. I am interpreting it as being about the present flu season when germs are lurking everywhere! Options ARE scant for avoiding them. Smiles.
I thought the same as Mary, but suspect you have a deeper meaning here too. To do or die, options scant - well that's more about life and choices to me.
I read this as about being exposed when all the time wanting to hide while being prodded, poked and examined.
I don't like being in the limelight, much preferring to hide away, hence my reading of your poem, Bob.
That germ on a slide can be portentous - future health or wellness depending on the results. I relate to this very much these days.
Bob,
Thinking of the present 'rounds' of bugs and other weird things, then I think you are writing about them...
What to do, how to avoid and how to manage to get over and to live...
Roll on the season of sunny days!!!
Eileen:)
'options are scant'...oh how true. Nice rhyming scheme as well.
As a biology major, you had me a germ on a slide! Very clever wording as always :-)
Your choice of end rhyme continues to impress. I loved the pairing of "scant" with "extant." Awesomely put.
Unconsciously I guess I was thinking about the flu because everyone in the family had it, but really it's about the constant struggle to survive.
wow--loving that ending
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