Instead of writing new poetry, maybe I'll should drag out a few oldies and post them? I started writing this blog when I'd already had a substantial amount of poetry written. Here are a few that I admire most (hopefully they haven't been posted previously).
The Beekeeper
The sun might shine
right through you
when you step outside
but I still see
the tortured bees
buzzing around
behind your eyes.
Incantation
I know
you said something important
at the same time
that all the smaller things started
shifting towards the fire to
burn into bigger things so
they could be monuments
to erase all of this
away.
But I was so in awe
that I couldn't hear
what it was.
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