Swarming in with poisoned tips tucked
Nature’s vengeance dancing from
flower to flower,
no matter the color,
or the size,
They are the thieves of each unique
and I wonder,
Do they watch for the tulip to open toward the warmth of the sun?
Do they wait for a rose to display her heart proudly?
Do they time each moment precisely
The light of the sun is unconditional;
food for the flowers,
heat for the thieves,
and on those magical days,
when I am the Bells of Ireland,
hungry for the warmth of my Sun,
they swarm in and attack!
This is so damn sensuous…
This is my favorite style ❤
Mine too..that makes atleast two of us 🙂
Reblogged this on poetic shrapnels.
🙂 TY Holly ^_^
Love the delicate dance of bees upon the faces of flowers in bloom.
I love this. You had me from the title.
I get the feeling that you don’t like bees. 😉
haha…I don’t at all.
i dig this one!!!!!!!,………….keep em comin lil’ momma!!!!!
Hmmm . . . but it’s the bees that serve the flowers too by spreading their pollen and helping them reproduce.
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Hi Maggie…would request some honest comments on one of my works posted here:
its still a first draft and maybe its too long but what the heck….am sure your comments would be the devil’s advocate I need…
Love this. I won’t look at the sun the same way.
I was recently “awarded” one of those blogging kudos from a fellow blogger and I’m passing it on to you. Your words never fail. Thank you for inspiring me.
Simply wonderful – this poem is like a traveling in a beautiful meditation. I related a lot to it!
“Food for the flowers,
heat for the thieves”
I scramble for words to express my relation and appreciation for this piece, but I feel this excerpt will echo in my head throughout today.
Your poetry is exquisite, I feel a lot less alone reading it and imagine many others feel the same. Thank you.