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Beekeepers
by Nicole AssenzaPoetry is a concept I can’t quite walk around
There’s a web these famous people made
I get caught and I can’t—
Get free
I try and cry and make of what I can
But it’s never more,that’s been said
By those long dead
Still, I, we pray to these revered bones of the idols
These beekeepers of the buzz
Sifting for a word more pure. more modern
But the will, is it post-modern?
Long, long, gone, but turn, turn, turn—
The word, the word, the word
This phrase, another maze
How to appraise?
When the words, already spoken
Choking, breath, and still yet—
I wanna talk. I wanna talk loud.
07/22/2012 Posted on 07/22/2012
Copyright © 2025 Nicole Assenza
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/22/12 at 05:43 PM None of us who try to write really can get our arms around poetry although some come pretty close. I do ike this one and hope you keep on working on it. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/22/12 at 10:44 PM Dig those last two lines. Great work all the way though. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/23/12 at 03:22 PM I loved that last line and also "beekeepers of the buzz". Thanks. |
| Posted by Dane Campbell on 08/07/12 at 05:42 PM The line "Still, I, we pray to these revered bones of the idols" rings true for me as a writer seeking to hone his craft and I imagine many others. Well done. |
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