The Bee

poem by: Durlabh Singh
Written on Aug 05, 2015 

THE      BEE.

The bee is drunk with honeyed dew
In flowered colours a metallic dance
A hitched stagger in shifting winds
A flutter of smile in all that morass.

Enterprises of hive now gone distant
Structures and stimulations now left behind
The queen and drones wishing gone astray
For a sip of freedom and a new start.

Aromatics grazed in a buzz of curse
A soft cradled sun in a warm burst
Rocking fragrance in the azured skies
In liquefied reflections of droning highs.

 

Tags: happy, humor, imagery,

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Christopher Russon commented:
I love this poem.I can relate to the bee.ha ha.
Tony Anderson commented:
Great write

 

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