Siren Song of a Bee
Floating on air, fluttering on flowers
Softly touching, stroking with velvet wings
Drifting, flower to flower
Never staying hardly touching
Flowers reaching, stretching
Yearning for her touch, needing her sweet attention
A silent game is played
Game without rules or boundaries
The game of survival, game of life.
Reflection
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enod I evah tahw
hcus eviecer ot
esruc a live
traeh ym ta pir
niarb ym seye ym
hcus ti si
erom ro
I tondesselb
tnereffid dlot
eb ti dluoc
thgil yb detfig
snoitcelfer thgirb yb dednilb
eno tub yeht era
why
what have I done
to receive such
evil a curse
rip at my heart
my eyes my brain
Is it such
or more
blessed not I
told different
could it be
gifted by light
blinded by bright reflections
are they but one
Release me
Remove your grip from my soul
Let me fly away, let me soar
My mind is free, my heart is free
Emotions, feelings - break away
You’ve harassed me long enough
Torture me no more
Betray my mind raped my heart
Not here, not now
No more
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The strong need, aching desire
Another goal formed in mind.
Connections are made
Within sight, but so far away.
Can more happen, will this succeed?
Two points of view, ways to look
It was wishful thinking
That got it here this far.
About the Creator
Karen
Writing the words in my head and in my heart.
BARE HUNTER
CHAPTER 15 I pulled up in front of Sandy’s a little early, so I texted Becca again and left a message for Sharon, hoping she had a good day and I’d see her tomorrow. Two cars pulled into Sandy’s driveway. I don’t know why I was surprised to see another man with her. We’d been apart for two years and I certainly didn’t waste any time getting back on the horse.
By Tina D'Angelo5 days ago in Chapters
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