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He Makes Honey

He flits from flower to flower Delirious by the prospect of nectar Zoned in on reaping He visits the flowers Different colors Different shapes and sizes Different textures… He goes deep In to where it lies Collecting Letting it cling to him Sticky sweetness He doesn’t leave Till he has soaked it up Ever last drop He doesn’t stay a minute longer Than when he has harvested To his fill When the flower has given all She could give He tires of her And flies away To feast on another prey To lick all her sweetness away And the flower is left to wonder If she will survive the bitter sting Of knowing That her essence Is the honey That to others he brings. Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 6/29/2013 12:07:00 AM

At 51 I have learned I know much less. The good thing is that when this life is over we will have an eternity to continue learning. Are you just getting up now? What time is it in your part of the world?

Lucilla Carrillo

Date: 6/27/2013 8:24:00 AM

WOW girl; This is amazing. I like it. They say that the bee that gets the honey is the one that makes the money. Thanks for sharing.... Lucilla

Eileen Manassian
Date: 6/28/2013 12:24:00 AM

HEE HEE! That is a cute saying, Lucilla. :) Thanks for stopping by! Hugs! Hope you are feeling better, my dear!!!

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 6/26/2013 6:40:00 AM

The Bee not only takes the nectre it leaves behind the pollin. Without the bee and the flower life for both would cease to exist. And we would not have that delicious honey.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 6/26/2013 8:35:00 AM

Well, now that is another way to see it, isn't it? You are a clever man, Richard...but we all knew that already....still...do remember the very stationary and welcoming stance of the flower....it's the bees that keep flying around. Oh well....live and learn. At 46...I still have a lot to learn!

Russell Sivey

Date: 6/25/2013 8:10:00 PM

I just loved how you brought the bee into light, as sweet as honey is, the bee follows the sweetness of the flower down into its core! Such are the things of which we desire, they can be so delightful and wanting, thus to us as sweet as honey and the flower! I may not be as mighty as the bee, but I would like to think I go after the flowers of life, to create honey! I really enjoyed reading this amazing poem this evening! Great Work!!

Eileen Manassian
Date: 6/26/2013 12:31:00 AM

I'm glad for the take you took on this poem, Russell. Flowers do intoxicate, don't thy. Fly on...and glean what you can. Thanks for your encouraging words.

Monterey Sirak

Date: 6/25/2013 6:36:00 PM

Wonderful, you described the life of a bee as a thing of beauty, love, and heartbreak. Thank you for your comments on my poem A Secret Never Told. To answer your question, yes it is true

Eileen Manassian
Date: 6/26/2013 12:32:00 AM

Monterey, I'm sorry to know that it was true, but your presence was a blessing to help her to the other side. That is the light you need to see it in. Hugs

Richard D Seal

Date: 6/25/2013 5:32:00 PM

Some bees are never satisfied are they, that's why they get called b words lol. Very clever metaphor Eileen, I likes a lot Take care, Richard

Eileen Manassian
Date: 6/26/2013 12:33:00 AM

Yes...I see the little trails they leave here and then. Just when a flower starts thinking she's all that, off they flit to another....men! No steadfastness in them at all....Generally speaking of course. Yes...B words do fit. Thanks for the visit, Richard.