Wild Bees

I resign myself to a half sleep, to the evening news, and a tepid cup of tea
to old habits, engrained, and a familiar old routine

As the news, tonight, unfolds,
it is there again, to chill the bones
and to turn the blood from warm to cold 

How does one close an eye, turn away,....... compromise?
Here I am once again, in the house, that knows my strife

How insane the world can seem,......
Oh, the theme, is much the same
Renewed, it stays obscene,...  yet, brings a brand new grief

But I shut out discontent,
and catch a jasmine scent 
  and a summer, once I spent,  in the shadow of tall trees

I lean back in my chair, and the air keeps me warm
I'm hearing swarms hum, a drum in my head, not far..., is a wild nest of bees

Surrounded by seas, of the green grassy waves, and I smell sweet alfalfa once more 

Now my arms and my legs are rolling down hills, that tickle my skin, 
....and taking the spin out of me

All the bees scatter 'round...., of a world going wild, 
and have stained red, my shins and my knees.
Where is the green? The clean of all things?
And the springtime of days dead and gone?

I pluck a long stem, it tastes semisweet,
yet, the bitterness still lingers on
From my head to my feet, I can't rest in defeat, 
as sound from the sprinklers resound
They lull me to sleep Ts......Ts......Ts......Ts......Ts
I lie under the trees,
while the wild nest of bees, 
swarm near my head Bz......Bz.......Bz......Bz.......Bz......Bz

I could die, wide awake, as the dusk softly breaks, 
Where the lightning bugs shine in the trees

Small stars in the night, lightening bugs show the way, 
taking me home through the tunnel of day

Drinking sweet jasmine tea,
.... I'm drunk on my dreams,
      but  I think I've been stung
         where my evening begun
              back on the street where I live





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2/12/14   For Craig Cornish's Contest:  "Angel Of The Odd"
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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March 22, 2015 at 10:43 PM
CARRIE, Congratulations on your awesome win. Thank you for participating in my contest. Stop by my latest blog "POETS" if you'd like. Enjoy the win and honorable mention. <3 <3 LOVE LINDA <3 <3
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March 14, 2014 at 1:14 PM
Ahh!! Great quality poetry!! Way to go with this win..Congrats..Sara
Jerden Avatar
March 10, 2014 at 3:31 PM
Well done, Carrie! Congratulations!
Mehta Avatar
March 9, 2014 at 11:17 PM
Brilliant write on the Angel of the Odd. Congrats on a fine win, carrie
Dietrich Avatar
March 9, 2014 at 5:39 PM
I predicted right. this was a TOP win. Congrats, Carrie. Well deserved.
Harper Avatar
March 9, 2014 at 4:38 PM
Carrie, love your visit with the bees, so full of memories, congratulations on your win
Dietrich Avatar
February 15, 2014 at 8:34 PM
what an interesting way to do nostalgia!!! I need to read this story. MY goodness!!! I am interested to see how much of the story resides in your poem. THis is a top win for sure!!
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February 15, 2014 at 9:11 AM
Carrie...1st. Thank you for stopping by my last work! yes...it's about Mom.....need to relieve stress of caregiving with poetry...she's doin pretty good! made her surf & turf for valentines last nite! Lobster/mussels/lamb loin/strip steak! She had a ball! box o' whitman's sampler candy like usual! we're hangin' in there! This poem of yours is a beautiful "free thought" movement of association! With you every line! Really enjoyed! Love, jimbo
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February 14, 2014 at 1:48 PM
Carrie this is mesmerising to read and I love the format as well...David
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February 14, 2014 at 8:44 AM
Oh my Carrie...You are the master of quietly observing your surroundings and then turning that into sheer beauty and in this case, exquisite nostalgia...Yes indeed, you are back on the steet where you live...
Sirak Avatar
February 14, 2014 at 6:24 AM
I think this one is a winner! Fantastic images. You painted a scene that drew us in. I could almost hear the bees buzzing.
Mohammed Avatar
February 14, 2014 at 3:46 AM
Beautiful and descriptive work Carrie. Loved this.
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February 13, 2014 at 5:53 PM
Super Soupy Soup Mail for none other than Mrs Carrie Richards and PLEASE don't: Tarry, Carrie...
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February 13, 2014 at 2:15 PM
You painted a pretty picture. I could just imagine being there. A great poem for the contest...... lucilla
Kendrick Avatar
February 13, 2014 at 9:04 AM
Reads like a winner to me..Great way to go for the contest..I don't think that it would be possible to go back ..Life can only move forward..Enjoyed reading your work..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara
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February 12, 2014 at 10:08 PM
Wow, you sure know how to weave a story, a very wondrous story for us to read! I am fascinated by the immensity of this fabulous poem here this evening! You have described the scene so brilliantly it felt as if I was there! What a delightful piece my friend, Great Work!!
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February 12, 2014 at 9:55 PM
Very fanciful descriptiveness here. Looks like a contender for Craig's contest.
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