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For Diana and the Bees
by Meghan HelmichYou fell in love with her words,
and you smeared honey
over each line
as if the verses were a hive,
cracked and opened with hungry fingers
Don't get me wrong,
many stones hang from her window
and color the walls. I stare at them without blinking
until the tears come,
until you come
to me. 10/03/2011 Posted on 10/03/2011
Copyright © 2024 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/03/11 at 09:27 PM I like the title. I like the whole damn thing. |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 10/03/11 at 11:11 PM I like the title (I don't like having a period in it, but that's just how I am), but I wonder if it would be better as "For the Bees". Hmm. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 10/04/11 at 03:07 AM Enchanting and charming. Your title drew me in and your words kept me here. Wowza! |
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