Poem: Puzzlebox Mosquito

[jakebe]

I've decided to submit about 20 - 30 poems for a chapbook that a poetry review is offering. So, I've been pretty busy cleaning up poems and writing new ones. Especially tonight. <:) Expect a lot over the next few days. And yes, feeling sorry for myself was the inspiration. ;) But hopefully it doesn't sound *too* whiny, and I like the imagery. ******** Puzzlebox Mosquito He lived as a mosquito sawing around people's ears and eyes itching his thoughts into people's skin hoping they would stop for a scratch but he never registered. He thought about dipping his proboscis into a vat of honey or maybe a pickle jar afterwards hoping the taste would carry through bloodstreams and someone would smile. His opinions were a puzzle no one wanted to solve, a black-and-white Rubik's cube with no reward of bright and dark colors to grab the eyes of the company who looked his way. He could fade into any background, even if the squares never matched or if he stood in three-quarter profile to double the monotony of such strikingly different shades of gray. He simply never registered. Even a puzzlebox mosquito has ambitions of his own. Enticing music, a melodic click of his wings hoping someone would step into his parlor and find the collection of eggs something cozy. Every evening he dreamed of being something recognized, a confident arc stretching gracefully, a sweep of light that just was, quiet and illuminating. Every night he dreamed... but he just dreamed.