Poem -
By The Birds What The Bees
One,
Not Unlike the bee
Who keeps stinging
After you've already been stung,
It's just that you need my poison
To live life,
in death....
together as
One.
You,
Can have my stinger though,
And yellow jacket too!
The hive, we make our honey
By clover pollen brought to
You.
Only,
Thus flower, attractive
By both sight and scent
Can lure to death
For what life is meant,
Beings in the now,
momentarily,
instinctive reasons~meaning
To exist.....
Only.
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WOW!! D!!.....this is an absolutely, stunningly well crafted write...... with the contemplative recognition of the unstoppable nature of reality...... in all its beauty and ballet of the cycle of life's inevitable consummation of the acceptance of death as it approaches beautifully..... and most necessarily...... the way you formatted those stanza's was impeccable and VERY well delivered.......a philosophical piece of poetic beauty ......I am still sitting here stunned brother poet!!.......smokin' grooves ........PINNED for its exquisite grace and educational value!!......LOVE your stuff!!.......ttyl.......T xo ?✴✳☀♥
Well, "Thank you, thank you very much." I love how you're able to break down poetry and go deep into the core of it and find it's inner most beauty. Not all readers are or can do that, and I can't help but to truly appreciate that about you big bro. I am stoked about you being stunned and calling this graceful and exquisite in its educational value(I love it) because I'm reveling in the admiration. Much love and peace to you my poetry brother in motion.