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The Mind In Cycles

At times I feel rabid bees are swarming my mind like a hive, pollinating my thoughts into ripe fruit then leaving them to dry in the sun. What gives birth to these visions, fleeting decaying gone then resurrected? Feelings that mock the seasons without warning of winter.

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M. L. Kiser

Date: 1/26/2019 9:04:00 AM

Powerful!

Arthur Vaso

Date: 7/18/2013 10:57:00 PM

Wonderful, this reminds me very much of a historical story from the past!

Poet Tacito

Date: 7/17/2013 7:38:00 AM

I suppose, if nothing else, these "rabid bees" aren't stinging you. Maybe they are? =) This is a very powerful question you've ultimately presented here. Why can't we let these awakenings become our garden of memories? Aren't we the gardener, using the power of choice to water them? Much to ponder here...excellent job!

Katy Fulton
Date: 7/17/2013 9:44:00 AM

Thank you Drake. Your interpretation is really interesting. Reading it again, I can see your perspective too even though it' differs from mine. I think I originally wrote this about sensitivity and the fact that emotion seems to have more influence on my thoughts than logic.

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 8/17/2012 9:33:00 AM

It is a pleasure to be reading so many diverse poems this morning Kathryn. I am very happy to have been able to read yours. Thank you for sharing your well written poetry. Have a very beautiful and joyful weekend. Love, Carol