Swarming in with poisoned tips tucked
under innocence,
Nature’s vengeance dancing from
flower to flower,
no matter the color,
or the size,
or shape.
They are the thieves of each unique
fragrance,
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
for attack?
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,
exposed,
hungry for the warmth of my Sun,
they swarm in and attack!
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
This is so damn sensuous…
This is my favorite style ❤
Mine too..that makes atleast two of us 🙂
Reblogged this on poetic shrapnels.
Very sinister!
🙂 TY Holly ^_^
Love the delicate dance of bees upon the faces of flowers in bloom.
I love this. You had me from the title.
So weird…
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:
http://poeticshrapnels.wordpress.com/2012/12/16/the-cinderella-story/
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.
http://amusingspirit.wordpress.com/2012/12/17/inspiring-blogger-award-a-quick-note-to-wyatt/
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.