Form for a honey-bee
When you break up with the idea of using correct form for writing poetry
trapped in a lung that cannot get air
I need to tell you about it
So many things, I saw too
A bee that flew too high
I cried when he fell
“Icarus myth”
I fell deep
Lost words
Sleep.
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Feelings Never Die
It is Valentine's Day again, and it bought back memories that were over fifty years old. It bought me back to 1971, and I woke up and I knew my baby was due today. I was big and pregnant, and I felt like I was about to burst wide open. Imagine my surprise when the doctor told my I had a due date of February 14. I couldn't believe it, and since my baby was due today, I felt I could indulge myself a bit. I had gained a lot of weight, and chocolate was on the no-no list, but I had came to the end of this pregnancy, and I hoped it would be okay, after all I would deliver this baby today. So I walked across the street to the grocery story, and bought myself, a peppermint patty, covered in chocolate, my favorite. Me and my Valentine's baby would enjoy it together.
By Susan Payton5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
This is one of those I feel like I need to read a good few times to feel like I get all the Stuff in there ☺
Oooo, this was so deep and poignant! I loved it Merly!
Nicely done. Love the "screw it" subtitle.
Creepy... Nice job!
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Oh nice! I love when people play with format and the 'rules' of writing! Really great take on the challenge and fantastic use of myth referencing (I'm a sucker for that!) 🩷