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the Beekeeper's Daughter
by Steven Kenworthy
she is the bumblebee who stings me
carefully
& her honey sings in trees.
& maybe i miss her every percent of the time
but maybe
just maybe
the sting is just a pinch
from the walls funny dream.
or maybe just maybe,
it is time to bloom
and pollen
cannot hide the stain on my fingers
& the way i used to be.
the way i used to be.
a swarm they used to see.
the queen she'll hide in petals
& nostalgia, maybe it tickles her wings.
& your beauty tastes like undying sugar to me.
02/09/2008 Author's Note: it stings...get it?
Posted on 02/09/2008
Copyright © 2024 Steven Kenworthy
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 02/09/08 at 05:44 PM "the way i used to be.
a swarm they used to see." What beautiful stain print promise in these two lines, Worthy! Prolific pollen swollen in your blooming lines here. Thorax axis soaring like phoenix to a honey bunny. I do indeed love it. (and NO I don't think it's vicious at all, a tender write in spite of your pain)
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| Posted by Christina Bruno on 02/10/08 at 01:15 AM excellent metaphor - love it |
| Posted by Shannon Adele on 02/10/08 at 06:17 AM & maybe i miss her every percent of the time
So good. |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 02/10/08 at 06:41 PM What a lovely melody this one has humming along through every line and stanza. Thank you for stopping by and for your kind sentiment. I will be back again soon.. alisa ;-) |
| Posted by Lauren Singer on 02/11/08 at 05:15 AM mm this one stinging last line. ;) |
| Posted by Elizabeth Seago on 02/13/08 at 04:01 PM "& your beauty tastes like undying sugar to me" God, Steven. What every girl in the world would give to hear a line like that. Wallawallabingbang! I love the imagery you always project in your work. I watch your poetry more often than I read it. This piece is incredible. + Favorites. |
| Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 02/13/08 at 11:55 PM "& maybe i miss her every percent of the time" -- you and your perfect choices. |
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