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Even Bees
Trading dignity for flowers.
All yellow, some green because they are unripened,
all at the same time.
Does no one think the bees are hurting?
No, not because of global warming or pesticides
but because they think they're ugly.
Their thoughts buzz around their heads too,
defacing their purpose and divination, depressing
them to the point that they stare back down at their
stingers again and think about pulling the plug.
Or will I take someone with me?
The flowers don't care, they wouldn't notice me.
When they're ripe and yellow I wont be here.
Why is my queen so uncaring? She is my mother and
mate until I die.
I just want to die. That's what the even smaller bees in my head
want too.
In a hushed voice, alone, with tears in black eyes I say to my queen -
"Dear, I do hope your crown never slouches, tilts, or falls flat off.
You look so darling in a crown...The reflection it shows is ugly though,
only when I stand there, my love. Only when I'm there."
My gift is the honeycomb.
All yellow, some green because they are unripened,
all at the same time.
Does no one think the bees are hurting?
No, not because of global warming or pesticides
but because they think they're ugly.
Their thoughts buzz around their heads too,
defacing their purpose and divination, depressing
them to the point that they stare back down at their
stingers again and think about pulling the plug.
Or will I take someone with me?
The flowers don't care, they wouldn't notice me.
When they're ripe and yellow I wont be here.
Why is my queen so uncaring? She is my mother and
mate until I die.
I just want to die. That's what the even smaller bees in my head
want too.
In a hushed voice, alone, with tears in black eyes I say to my queen -
"Dear, I do hope your crown never slouches, tilts, or falls flat off.
You look so darling in a crown...The reflection it shows is ugly though,
only when I stand there, my love. Only when I'm there."
My gift is the honeycomb.
Published 29th Jan 2014
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ah, very good. although i do have a hard time believing it really is about bees...and the "All yellow, some green" bit seems a little odd to me.
i would like to make one little suggestion: the line: "I just want to die. That's what the even smaller bees in my head want too."--noting the relative size of the "even smaller bees" gives the impression that the bee in question is also concious of its size--again, this poem might not be about bees, specifically, but in any case i just think the bee noting "the even smaller bees" in its head is...,...,.
i would like to make one little suggestion: the line: "I just want to die. That's what the even smaller bees in my head want too."--noting the relative size of the "even smaller bees" gives the impression that the bee in question is also concious of its size--again, this poem might not be about bees, specifically, but in any case i just think the bee noting "the even smaller bees" in its head is...,...,.
4th Feb 2014 10:23pm
