Tuesday, May 15, 2012

The Night Bees

Writing poems is easy.  Writing poems that people are interested is not.  This week is meter and rhyme with some oxymoron flair. 

The Night Bees

One late night one day
There crawled into my knee
A vacant jester
Knelling pester
Ever-present bee

One loud whispered ache
In effigy of sleep
A tossing-turning
Ire concerning
Ever-present bees

Three grim gladdened shots
Deplete to fill a need
A numbness quelling
Beastly knelling
Ever-present bees

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

love the beess beautiful toi look at painfull to experince