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From My Window
Posted: May 23rd, 2006, 3:48 pm
by iblieve
From My Window
Foxglove fantasies
digitalis death dreams
the butterflies and the bees
dancing in a lazy breeze
as I think about my disease
digging just to dig the beauty
all around me,
only I can see
the stinger on the bee
and the butterfly is never free
death reigns it in.
5-23-06
Posted: May 23rd, 2006, 11:10 pm
by Ann Bingham
death the only enevitable end. Just a thought--do you know of the powder on the butterflies wings, if it is brushed away it cannot fly and thus parishes? Not sure where I got that, and not sure why I thought of it.
Deb.
Posted: May 26th, 2006, 6:06 pm
by iblieve
It's the little things that will kill you. thanks for the reply. "C"
Posted: May 29th, 2006, 10:54 am
by ~K
"...the butterfly is never free
death reigns it in. "
Death reigns in it.
What you have done
is what I like to see
The tragedy of life
A brutal nectar
Posted: June 21st, 2006, 5:16 pm
by iblieve
Thank you ~K, yes it is a brutal nectar, wow what a poem that title would make, brutal nectar. You inspire me. "C"
Re: From My Window
Posted: January 7th, 2011, 1:20 pm
by joel
iblieve wrote:From My Window
only I can see
the stinger on the bee
While watching from my window, I've
enjoyed their open, airy hive,
their bustled business buttressed by
a flower-columned earth and sky
and I've believed these bees are good—
my light, my flight, my neighborhood.
This troupe, its dance around its queen:
in this my own religion's seen
as I would worship one like me;
my god's a man, their queen's a bee.
And should their stingers pierce me through,
remind me: I've a stinger too
and whom I'd love is close to me
with eyes that search me knowingly,
who knows my danger as I see
the stinger on my neighbor bee.