A field of flowers, green sinew,
sacred towers, past I flew,
until I came unto a flower
surpassing others in the power
of it's scent and in I went
to gather nectar, and now spent,
I return unto my honeyed nest,
beyond field, and over the crest
of yonder hill,
oh what a thrill
it is to be a little bee
with pungent nectar inside of me.
sacred towers, past I flew,
until I came unto a flower
surpassing others in the power
of it's scent and in I went
to gather nectar, and now spent,
I return unto my honeyed nest,
beyond field, and over the crest
of yonder hill,
oh what a thrill
it is to be a little bee
with pungent nectar inside of me.
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Russell - I like how simple your poem is, yet descriptive. The rhyming scheme is good, and not forced. Good choice of verbs too! I personally the "honeyed nest".
ReplyDeleteI also like this poem as well, it's short and concise with still much detail and imagery. It's a very effective short poem.
ReplyDeleteI like it when people take something really simple and illustrate it with words the way you have here. I'm terrified of bees (well, of being stung by them) but I think they are fascinating!
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