In a Florida Beeyard
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
The lightest, powered gold is carried by
The bees. They do not think of it as gold.
They do not think of it as light. They fly
Through beauty’s air to beauty as of old,
An oldness older than mere humans. Smifts
Of life they buzz from flower to flower in air,
In humming light, the light of gold. Flight lifts
Their black and gold stripes like a godly flare
Designed with holy black to help us know
That stings and death cannot be split from birth.
The lightest powdered pollen that they sew
In carat beauty is the esse of earth.
..A lamentation holds the colors of
….This shimmered gold, black, air—and hell and love.
You hit the ball out of the park again with this poem.
I’m still working nights and sleeping says. This gives a little time for gardening and other things.
Our election is a repeat of 2016,a choice between two old corrupt people. But one party is willing to destroy the country to win and if they win go off into communistic la la land to try to create their utopian dreams. Again a choice between two terrible options.
Got in touch with a publisher that is willing to look at my book. Am trying to get rewrite finished so I can incorporate may new include my
Recent discoveries.
A few hummers still around. I tried to find out about our great great great uncle willow by Whidden. I thought he went North and fought for the union. But he fought for the confederacy, was captured and ended the war in a pow camp in Ohio. Shows how much I know.
Is this a new website. I needtofillout boxes so I can send comments.
Love,Ivan
I only just now saw your comment. Sorry. I never think to look for comments here mostly because I’m working in a blinkered way to write sonnets and post, post, post them. This all means I had no idea till now that you are working on getting a publisher. That is great news. Terrific news. Thanks for correcting the myth about Willow. It hurts, but then truth often hurts. This website of mine has been in existence since 2018. Maybe I haven’t mentioned it to you. At the moment there are over 2,200 of my sonnets posted on it. I presume I told you the news about my sonnet “Vermont.” Love, Phillip