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The Flea Trainer
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The Flea Trainer |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
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The Flea Trainer I can see fleas on tiny seesaws, sitting tiny swings that sway, contented and bored to just pass the time. How came they conditioned this way? First put the fleas within a jar then place the lid on top. The fleas will jump and jump and jump hitting glass and lid with knocks and after a while the muscles condition the jump to avoid the pain of colliding with lid and glass so hard, over and over again. You can remove the lid. Let out the fleas, even put them on swings that sway. They’ll jump, but within the limits imposed on muscles conditioned this way. We start out fresh to climb the mountain, to leave our marks on Life, to jump the stumbling stones of living and clear the hurdles of strife but we bang our heads. We skin our knees. We fracture our hopes and means. So when we jump, it’s not so high. Conditioning has stolen our Dreams! From the corner of my eye, I spied the jar. Without lid, there’s a chance to get out. Yet the fleas within just could not do it, with freedom as close as a shout. But my eyes perceived a single flea, jumping high and above the rest, looking for the opening at the top of the jar where freedom is the dream and the quest. Each time he jumped, it seemed much higher, defying his conditioning to win. I found myself cheering on this flea now showing me the Hero within. With eyes face up for one giant leap to clear the barrier, the bar, it lunged past fleas and the opening at the top. This flea-trainer jumped “Out” of the jar. I roared. The fleas in the jar were shocked! I clapped. Disbelief ran fast. But there was no denying this Will of one flea, now looking from the other side of the glass. I learned from the “insignificant” where significant wisdom is free that it’s not the size of the flea in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the flea. Being beaten will no longer defeat me, tho’ I’m hammered on Life’s anvil and scarred. No longer will circumstances crush my Dreams. I’m a Flea ‘trained to jump’, from the jar. Namyh [This message has been edited by Namyh (05-13-2019 10:57 PM).] |
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bbynams Junior Member Posts 49 |
I'm laughing. That's great. |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
bbynams - The flea who escaped was heard to say to his closest buddies “If you smile, I’ll smile. If you hurt, I’ll hurt. If you cry, I’ll cry. But if you’re still here after I jump …………I’m gonna miss your E-mails”. LOL. So glad it made you laugh bbynams and I hope it helps when needed. Namyh |
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kaile
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore |
Great original narration of a moral told in other forms (like the elephant being tied to a tree). I was rooting for that flea! |
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bbynams Junior Member Posts 49 |
If the style I learned had been more Dr. Seuss and less "I cut myself shaving" I might even try to have some of it published. But oh well. Mine is usually personal for some reason, so I identified with it. That isn't one of those things you can tell good poetry from bad with. But lucky me, a whole group of poets to share and read with.  |
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