Friday 30 September 2011

One fine day



- a summery poem for freeasabee1 -

I was tripping
the daddle
in an eglantine grove
when I caught
the wind
of the word
of a bee

its message
was clear
as my bottle

of sparkling
pomp
-aginis

to me

born in the bosom
of a queen
its heart
was as warm as a
dog

or
a
honey
-suckle
rose

until
it suddenly
stung

the tip

of my
nose!

gw2011/

4 comments:

  1. thxs for the poem, i needed that today. have a great weekend. cheers

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  2. The moral of this poem is easy to remember - always watch out for the bee in the eglantine grove.

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  3. Great fun - and modren poetry needs its fun.

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  4. Many thanks folks, glad you enjoyed the attempt at merriment!

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