Soon crocuses and daffodils will spread their phallic shafts until they're in full bloom and ready to delight the humming bird who will feed with tongue extended full sipping the nectar getting its fill and when the humming bird is done the bees will take their turn upon the blooms that put out like whores for all critters to make a score and so with life imitating art everything gets to sate its part to assure contented happy heart
A lovely picture to go along with a lovely write. How much we are waiting for all the crcuses, you can't imagine, even though it always gets us a little homesick...
Birgit and Roger
I've gotta agree with Rage below completely Eileen, he always seems to have the most astute and observant answer !
Its all about perspectives, and you show your celestial wisdom in this cryptic write
Peter
This poem reflects a perspective from quite an unusual angle. But who is to say that the way in which we generally experience things is correct? This world is a battlefield between good and evil and things may not be like we have grown accustom to see them. I've always wondered about the reason for one species (including mankind) being forced to kill an other in order to live; it contradicts the perception of Love that I consider to be our source and destiny. When pondering these matters intensively, one arrives at strange places, containing strange information. Perhaps you have been to such a place before writing this poem. Take care,
Heidi Fleiss would love this write! She's opening up a new House after serving years in prison for the reigning title of Hollywood Madam. Only this time, she's doing it legally in Nevada. Perhaps she'll put out the neon crocus sign to attract the nectar! Great metaphorical write, Eileen! Spring's just around the corner, or should I say, standing on the corner?
This is GREAT, Eileen...a beautiful ode to spring and all the frolicking that is associated with the season. Gotta love those stamens!!! I Love this poem!
Take care,
Sherry
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on February 18, 2006
Smoking the good stuff again, eh, Eileen? Just kidding. JUST KIDDING! Cute little play on words here about our fine feathered friend and all that nectar they are sucking up. Just call them Deep Throat. Yuk. Yuk.
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Birgit and Roger
Ron
love and peace...Carole
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Peace. Joyce
Paul;-)
Its all about perspectives, and you show your celestial wisdom in this cryptic write
Peter
RAge
for all critters to make a score
Never heard it put quite like that, Tiger Lily. Fascinating; and I hope those whores keep putting out for all those critters! Love the pic, too.
LOVE the picture of the hummer *grins*, and love the clever nature of this poem! Very crative adn unique; brava!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Savin' this one! :)
Sage
This warms my frozen limbs. Ahhhh...Spring. It blooms vividly to life in your beautiful words--well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Take care,
Sherry