Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the sun light comes to my back window
after the beach walk
i see a queen bee tearing herself out of a spider wed

i want some kind of control
its a fools whim
rooster squaking
a barking dog
chickens laughing

the farm the villa the city
i felt the tee pee deep somewhere
now in the jungle
never had any control
observing what i thought then
now
i return to places
i never knew would come back
courting the teenager
is not an easy task

Creativesoul, Interesting metaphorical poetic observations!

never had any control
observing what i thought then
now
i return to places
i never knew would come back

I can relate to that...! beautiful poem c-soul!!!!!!!

nicely woven, winding backwards for a second look, a new perspective....

love taj yeah yeah