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and cursing the bees
by Philip F De Pinto
i'll not soon
forget the variant fruits
shouting up and resounding
in their plenteous horn
wishing they had never been born
and cursing the bees - no boom
or windfall was their birth
for these plodding and pollinating on this earth
who ambled like rails rusting by the river's edge
who fudge and hedge
and sit
and wield nay yield with pen
in their all too proper eton suits
to wonder where this accursed fruit or that will fit
anywhere but in their tendency to ripen
01/16/2013 Posted on 01/16/2013
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Veronica Phoenics on 12/01/13 at 11:06 AM What an excellent write. The diction, alliteration, rhythm and most of all the creative way you have handled the subject matter truly make this an interesting, provocative and mellifluous read! |
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