​​Inside the Hive

Capture for me in vivid and moving verse

The essence of a summer day, distilled

Down to the happiness in a honeybee’s dance.

Sing for me in lyrical ecstasy of that conga line

Of advancing tesserae moving together

In this living mosaic of a hive.

Let me feel the unbound and jumping joy

In bursting white and red blooms,

Of pistil peeking, tender and trembling,

From deep within a flower’s core,

The passion of the beating wing,

Pathos in each antenna’s twitch.

Note with me the unconscious narcissism

Of a sleeping queen, that has never known

The dewy center of a Spring blossom,

But only the constant buzz of royal wants,

Regal appetites unappeased, as she sleeps

With the inevitable certainty, she is the hive.

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I have been writing poetry all of my adult life and I have very strong opinions about poems specifically and poetry in general, but I will spare you dear reader out of human warmth and charity. I live in Detroit, MI USA with my girlfriend Michelle and my stepdog Lola.