#NaPoWriMo 26 For Whom is the Honey Made?

Why does the bee labour so?

Why do the blossoms come?

Why has the honeycomb stood?

So long in this trusted wood?

For whom is the honey made?

For man, for beast, for micro mind?

For metamorphic clocks of time?

Why have we come to drink our own?

And murder so the host that binds?

For whom is the honey made?

Ask yourself, while there is still time.

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Un~Forgiven #NaPoWriMo 17

It was you, dark glint of Love’s light, who asked to see my palm … who read it , sight unseen, through the fiddle back fronds of forever after … the razor edge of your finger nail slicing my fate line in two … it bled like a fermented pomegranate eager to burst from it’s rind … becoming shell in the eons it had waited for you to sky blind seek and find me … to love even at the risk of one’s own life is to coin change purse the soul, my love … Baba will only laugh as my coins tumble glinting in the noonday’s sun … gold, silver, and copper chiming the song of the universe on their dancing down the stairs … “Truth, Love, and Simplicity ” alone … how could I have forgotten myself so easily ? … to relinquish my vogel of protection and hand my wings to you tied with pretty ribbons … the grey spade you gave me and requested I start digging … I knew it was a grave even then, yet for whom? … My Self or My Sister … she has eyes who hold a hundred hollow horrors … oh, the displeasure of being my sister’s keeper … either way we are un~forgiven by you … for not handing over the keys to some Verita’s phantom maze … I fall short of a feather gaining passage on your barge tonight … Thus, I shall run with the dog men at the river come dusk … and bleeding blue from the canker and the bramble dust … sham shackle home to beat the dawn, to greet the dead in soul, in heart, and in dread.

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#NaPoWriMo 14

I am too thin as it is, my love, … yet you use your butterfly knife to cut me once again … as if being rice paper sentiments blowing in a fortune cookie dream … you found wrapped about the trunks of the heavy laden cherry blossoms … on your way to Chinatown seeking for a paper doll replacement … wasn’t enough for you … I am the wind’s lover now … and he will keep me for you … until all time passes away…

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If Not for Technology #NaPoWriMo 10

It was in a dream somewhere I saw your face … “like an ad in the old fashioned news”, you’d say … I watched you and read the posts on your page … saw the pictures from your life … listened to the tunes you would post … I learned about what you did as a trade … where you live, even saw the food that you ate … One day I got bold and reposted a poem … some whirling and twirling round something someone wrote … truth is I forget the words or even the rhyme … I just knew I couldn’t waste any more time … my heart was reaching inside of your walls, down the corridors, and hanging out in the halls … I knocked on the door and when you opened it wide … I fumbled and lost it and I dropped my pride … I broke down and  choked up, yeah I spilled all the beans … confessed and addressed and oh hell, I made a mess of everything … too many phone conversations … too many late nights burnt out … so many things mistaken … now we will never sort it out … had our eyes met … or we ever held hands … had a simple good night kiss … happened unplanned … but things aren’t done that way anymore … there’s no old fashioned love in store … for dreamers like me who are caught in the belief … if not for technology … we might have been … Mail Order Annie and her Handsome Dan.

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