We are indeed perpetually inundated with "mosquitoes" of one type or another that are trying to at best merely distract and annoy us and at worst suck our life blood. I for one would willingly give up a drop of blood, but the itchy, reddish blister that is left behind in "gratitude" is what makes the whole encounter so unpleasant. But, you may have had something else in mind with this poem, maybe some kind of Zen acceptance message ..? or something else that is quite positive and life-affirming, no?
P.S. I love your prose blog-posts, but I was missing your poetry. Nice to see one of your poems again!
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We are indeed perpetually inundated with "mosquitoes" of one type or another that are trying to at best merely distract and annoy us and at worst suck our life blood. I for one would willingly give up a drop of blood, but the itchy, reddish blister that is left behind in "gratitude" is what makes the whole encounter so unpleasant. But, you may have had something else in mind with this poem, maybe some kind of Zen acceptance message ..? or something else that is quite positive and life-affirming, no?
P.S. I love your prose blog-posts, but I was missing your poetry. Nice to see one of your poems again!
If life is suffering, how much suffering are we expected to endure with equanimity? Is there no place for self-defense?
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