by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Rated "G" by the Author.
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I saw a bee, opening a flower,
So innocent, his protuberance,
Innocently insecting a flower.
I saw a flower bloom from a flower,
I saw all these bees lining up, to
Taste the flower, what
Higher power, than life-to-life?
I saw a wasp-a sitting in a palm,
So decadent, those fronds, folds, leafings
Innocently accepting insects...
I saw a palm holding up mountains,
I saw all these wasps staging me, to
Fertilize the flower, what
Higher power, than a bower?
I sat on a bee-powdered flower,
Winding me away. Sometimes poems
Are enlightened. Sometimes not.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 6/30/10
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|Reviewed by jude forese
|lucky there was no bee still on that powdered flower ... ouch!|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|All in the eyes of the beholder....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Dayvid Graybill
|Beautiful. I love the word pictures here. There is danger in beauty and if beauty is not appreciated you can get stung.
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|But this one seems quite nicely enlightened...to me, Ed|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|fun write, i agree|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|Yes, this one definitely slid me down the rabbit hole ~ very well written and very much fun to read!
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Lots to think about in this one Erin, had an almost "Alice In Wonderland" feel to it...
|Reviewed by Carin Spirit
|Psychologically Exhausted, Me Too!!!|