When yellow rain showers
flowers’ sweet nectar hour
I become queen.
Pollen baskets yield my fame,
until drones die to mate
then mate to die—
HIV of those who
fly beneath my wing.
I close my eyes,
respect their darkness,
and lick their short-haired shells.
Then realize as the skyline’s
kissed by dawn…
this moment is mine.
Shawn R. Jones
Reprinted from Womb Rain
(Finishing Line Press, 2008)
Thank you, Rahul : ) Your work is also amazing!
this is beautifully metaphored!
Thank you, Soumyav! That is a great compliment coming from an awesome poet!
You are so talented, the imagery of your words painted a picture in my mind as if i was there among the bees! Beautifully done Shawn! God bless!
Thank you so much, Wendell! God bless you, too!
That was indubitably a masterpiece!!! Seriously, I don’t think that you are a published novelist just because you write, you have SOME GREAT TALENT!
Thank you so so much for the compliment! I really appreciate the encouragement : D