Beekeepers by Nicole Assenza Poetry 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 © 2024 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. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 1 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)