The Wasp's Lament : The Pitcher Plant's Pensive Pause
Amidst the dark, sticky depths of the pitcher plant,
A desperate wasp struggles to escape its fate.
Its wings beat wildly, vainly seeking a chance,
To break free from the sticky embrace of its fate.
In its final moments, it hears a voice,
A strange and eerie whisper from the shadows.
"Wasp, why do you struggle so, for what purpose do you fight?"
The voice belongs to the plant, which had been observing the wasp's plight.
The wasp, surprised, replied with a fervor,
"I strive to survive, to escape this dire end.
To return to the light, to feel the sun's warmth on my wings,
To live, to breathe, to find my purpose again."
The plant chuckled, a sound like leaves rustling in the wind,
"Foolish insect, do you not realize your fate?
You are but a sacrifice, a sustenance for me,
A mere cog in the cycle of life and death."
The wasp's determination faltered at the plant's words,
As it realized the futility of its struggle.
Its will to live, its dreams, were all for naught,
For it was simply a part of the greater whole.
And yet, the wasp refused to give up,
To accept its destiny so easily.
It spoke with a fierce determination,
"I will not surrender, for I am more than just sustenance.
"I am a being with thoughts, with feelings, with dreams,
With a life that is mine, unique and singular.
I will not allow my life to end in this darkness,
For I am more than the sum of my parts."
The plant was intrigued by the wasp's words,
By its fierce refusal to accept its fate.
"So be it," it said, with a hint of admiration,
"Prove to me that you are more than just sustenance."
And so, the wasp began to sing,
A song of its life, of its struggles and joys.
It spoke of its hopes, its fears, its loves,
Of its journey through the world, and the meaning it found.
The plant was moved by the wasp's song,
By the depth of its soul, by the passion of its heart.
It saw the wasp as more than just sustenance,
As a being with value, with worth, with purpose.
And so, the plant released the wasp,
Allowing it to escape its deadly embrace.
The wasp flew up into the light,
Its wings beat with newfound strength and purpose.
The plant watched it go, with a sense of pride,
For it had been a witness to something special.
A reminder that life is more than just sustenance,
That each being is unique, with its own story to tell.
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About this poem
The poem explores the theme of existentialism and the value of life. The wasp, trapped in the sticky depths of the pitcher plant, is faced with its own mortality and must come to terms with its own purpose in life. Through its conversation with the plant, the wasp realizes that it is more than just sustenance, that it has thoughts, feelings, and dreams. The plant, moved by the wasp's song, releases it, allowing it to escape and continue its journey with a newfound sense of purpose and meaning. The poem serves as a reminder that each life is valuable and that each being is unique with its own story to tell. more »
Written on May 12, 2020
Submitted by Mawphniang.Napoleon on February 12, 2023
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | XAXA XXBB CXXX XADX EFXX XDGH XCIX EAGH XXXX XXHI XXBI XFHX CX |
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Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
Characters | 2,810 |
Words | 598 |
Stanzas | 13 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 2 |
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