Thursday, September 17, 2009

Hive for TOP

I discovered the hive
long after I should have
but it was hidden
behind the tree

of normalcy for years.
So, you can imagine
how surprised I felt
when I got stung

by one of those big
fat bees covered
with words. It
landed on my neck

and pierced my
carotid artery.
The sting of new
ideas woke me up.

My husband tried
to destroy the hive
but I protected it
and it’s still there

producing honeycombs
of sweet sentences.
Can you hear them
buzzing?

3 comments:

JoAnn's-D-Eyes said...

A Wonderfull poem, no word too much

Greetings from JoAnn/Holland

Yellow Tulip said...

beautiful poem and a lovely heart:)...

Happily Retired Gal said...

Lovely poem ... your words resonate vividly as remind me of times I've protected that which 'stung' yet awakened me ;--)
Hugs and blessings,

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