Wednesday, May 6, 2015

A BURROW IN THE AIR (Poem)



…by Poetic Tee “Here, take a sip”

Bees very busy, engaged with nothing
As flowers fold arms, refusing to bloom
Fragrances on riot, stench gaily airborne
Rich colors, shades, hues, fade off deep
Hungry hexagons, heavy with emptiness
Cultivators of happiness, reaping sadness

Ants call on work and find it asleep, snoring
Soldiers flee with pride into mutiny's embrace
Migratory birds hibernate holed up in burrows
While nocturnal defy light's threat, dancing free
In broad daylight while sun and moon copulates
As chaos pursued by pandemonium takes center-stage.

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