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telling the bees
by Kathleen Wilsonmy father left
he dropped his keys
on the step
in ten years
I picked them up
and ran to the hive
sweet bees
sweet father has left
keys rattled like thunder
not dead, not dead yet
answered the bees I floated
with bees on the wind
became a woman in childbirth
I went to the river with bees
for twenty years my children
dropped sweet crumbs for the bees
ravenous by the hive
they never
he never knew
all the trails on the breeze
sweet bees
sweet bees
never knew
he fell on his knees to the tune
of the bees not alive not alive
thirty years rattled like keys
sweet father sweet father
bees buzz where he dropped
on the step
10/10/2009 Author's Note: Published in Shakespeare's Monkey Revue, Vol 2, issue 1. August 2008
(1st place Simian Contest, $125 award)
(I am using this folder to collect all the poems I have published so far, so I know) Thank you Shakespeare's Monkey Revue...for appreciating my work in this way. Many of the poems were posted here first for commentary, this one never was. That is why I posted it now.
Posted on 10/10/2009
Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/10/09 at 10:29 PM They know a good poem when they see it alright. This is great. This is a poem bees would choose to dream in, pollinating themselves into ecstasy. Delighted. Thanks. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 10/11/09 at 02:28 AM Congratulations! It's a prize to be sure all the more rewarding to be appreciated so wonderfully. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/11/09 at 02:56 AM "I floated with bees on the wind" - marvelous, sad/sweet tale with an accompaniment of gentle buzzing. |
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