honeyed glow
speaking of eternityyour poured honeyover the flower of our loveI tried to imbibe the sweetnesschasing away the butterflieslife was never so sweeterI basked in itletting the glow flow over mescented love is but a feelingwhich washes over one's selfsubmerging allpermeating into the skinchasing away the bluesI let it be, I let it be"now I watch the red ants eroding itwith almost pleasurable pain"
At first I was aroused by the better to have tasted love vibe and then I was furious about the red, sado-masochistic, Ants ruining my picnic.
ReplyDeleteLost love is always sweeter because we tend to whitewash over all the disapointments of being infatuated with another flawed human being.
Still, we keep doing it to mask over the hodge-podgery of Life's shortcomings.
great write gautami~ have a wonderful day.
ReplyDeletePoem created through bees, honey and ants. That is amazing skills.
ReplyDeleteI actually liked the red ants part that distressed Donn. I like the flip in tone that it generates, the deeper realization that maybe the 'the flower of our love' wasn't as sweet as it first appeared.
ReplyDeleteWow, what a contrast you created here, G. From honey to ants. Those images are as strong and powerful as love itself. Crafted well! ('tis good to be back.) (Please note my new site and I do have a poem up and linked here.)
ReplyDeleteYour work is getting deeper and deeper. I like it.
ReplyDeleteTruly stunning poem!!
ReplyDeleteAmazing progress!
Have a great week :)
Anna
beautiful...!
ReplyDeletei like it! i like it! nice flow and hate the ants!!!
ReplyDeletecould you at least TRY not to be so incredibly AMAZING just once, for the rest of us poor poets??
ReplyDeletethis was divine.
Oh boy! you really get your teeth into words, very amazingly so :)
ReplyDeleteThis is excellent Gautami. I savored each word, each line...beautiful and poignant.
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