Sterile, humdrum
The drone of those bees
Lulls me into a stupor
As they
Harass the scented petals
Not letting me touch
The seductive blooms.
But I do
Want to reach.
So let me
And sedate
Me not.
Still they persist
In their one activity
Sometimes darting
At me
Annoying, arousing.
My patience wanes
I am parched
And desperate.
So I look.
Monday, January 18, 2010
ok so? whats the idea? i checked sparknotes.. there wasnt anything
ReplyDeleteIt isn't on sparknotes because this isn't in a published anthology of poems, dude. Come up with your own interpretation. :P
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