João Camilo Poet Free verse

A Little Nasty Bee

A little nasty bee flew  
past the yellow hill – 
fast as running deer 
hunting a Rose tree. 

Dew drops from her sting – 
trembled the butterflies,
wings flapping fretfully – 
scorn was in the air tonight. 

“Ah, rose, do you whimper?
So lonely and beautiful – 
waiting for a hand 
bypassing your thorns?

The wind took your aroma far –
the hive where I live is nearby 
and like an armored knight 
they will swarm undaunted.

I could settle and swing - 
the Jasmine in the valley
are blossoming too early  - 
my last spring, honey. 

Now, I must bid farewell –
fear not, your Ripper 
is coming, eager and tender –
loving you much so.”

And then went the bee 
leaving the frail rose behind – 
watched by  an grey raven 
flying past the moonlight.

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Carol Sunshine Brown January 25, 2012 at 10:19 AM I wish I had a better understanding on the forms of poetry so I could give you a clear confident comment on your writing. I will tell you I do love reading poetry. I thank you for sharing yours today I enjoyed reading it Joao. Love, Carol João Camilo January 31, 2012 at 6:42 AM Hello, Carol. Many thansk. Do not mind the poetic form, all starts with the most innocent reading. A great argentinian writer, Jorge Luis Borges, also a literature teacher said: I didnt taught literature, I taught love for literature. So Love for reading, is all that is necessary. Thanks.