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:
A Wonderfull poem, no word too much
Greetings from JoAnn/Holland
beautiful poem and a lovely heart:)...
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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