Monday, April 18, 2011

Dying to Bee



there is something yellow
flying upside down,  a chaotic mess
that does not swim or swam; wormed
wings prevent escape
from a room that buzzes
bright with wood and window

there is blue beyond
a window,
green within a bowl
and i flying down in circular motion
 toward a way, a
hole in the wall to small
to remember, to late to recall
there is something black
melting, i feel nothing at all

sweet in blossoms
that sit near the bed, can mean anything
but nothing said regarding the
incident that sent me through
like a dream heading down
culling in red, pulling in brown
lighting a way, white as a lily
dead as the day...

bkmackenzie

32 comments:

  1. Wow, this is glorious, bkm!!!! The pulse and rhythm are perfection, the words so beautiful.

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  2. So beautiful, I could feel the journey downward, spiraling to the abyss. Beautiful lit with color and thought as we descended~ Well Done

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  3. Exquisite! Poetical thoughts captured in the butterfly net of words and written down with the lightest, skilled touch.
    I'm in awe of this piece.

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  4. nice...i find peace in the fall...and a besutiful one at that...nicely done bk

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  5. A dizzying profusion of colors woven together to form a beautiful poem.

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  6. Pretty awful. I mean, if dread had butterfly wings, they'd be dappled like this. Hope the feeling took flight with the poem. - Brendan

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  7. thanks everyone...this was a strange one...I think it came from spending so much time at doctors offices and the hospital over the past month that all the things seen had to come out somewhere...in the dying of a single bee....bkm

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  8. Nice...When I spent time at the hospital with my mom, thoughts would just come....

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  9. simply beautiful bkm... especially the 2nd stanza.. flawless.

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  10. My dear woman...again- simply gorgeous...

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  11. soft like the lily, stark like the reality...wonderful insightful observations framed perfectly.

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  12. A true poet can take a simple thing like a bee, and turn it into such amazing thoughts...this is beautiful Bkm! :-)

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  13. You make that downward spiral beautiful. Great words.

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  14. I've had insects on the brain lately too bkm--this is ominous, drowsy with menace and a waiting that hides dark shadows, a hole that isn't escape. Excellent writing and capture of a mood.

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  15. "like a dream heading down/ culling in red": quite an image. Swirls of color and motions create their own sensation in this poem, which is so deliberately end-stopped with "dead as the day".

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  16. A sensual dream into some tantalising dark place! Love the use of colours as ambiguous personas!

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  17. Beautiful and wonderful images:)

    My One Shot is Oracle of the Feminine
    It is not todays post. :)

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  18. haunting sorrow...poor bee...I love all of the color words and its flowing spiraled perfectly, like the little bee :(

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  19. This is sublime, flowing loveliness.

    joanny

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  20. Lovely with just the right amount of sorrow. You've captured how we lose our egos and simply become (come into being) in the fall, in the dying. Just an amazing poem. Thanks!

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  21. "like a dream heading down
    culling in red, pulling in brown
    lighting a way, white as a lily
    dead as the day..."
    Quite simply, beautiful writing. I enjoyed this immensely. Thanks for sharing.

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  22. There is something so melancholy and inevitable about this. The one word that riveted my attention was "incident." That word is so heavy, filled with... well, I'm not sure, but it's nothing good.

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  23. The juxtaposition between color and tone is amazing

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  24. wow - this has a spacy, surreal and dreamy feel to it - love the colors..

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  25. I'm here! I'm here!

    (And YOUR sidebar button will be second-next.)

    but as to this poem... it reminds me of a line of lyric from Joni Mitchell, I think from her "Hissing Of Summer Lawns" album, about smoke disappearing through a keyhole. Or some feeling like that.

    this is a WOW to read. thank you.

    xo

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  26. such quiet beauty in this one...the first stanza actually made me think of Dickenson..thanks for the lovely write ~

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  27. Holy %@*# this is GORGEOUS! It's like a calm, poetic Alice-In-Wonderland trip that's so original and fresh. The colors, the word choice, the end....STUNNING POEM. I'm a fan.
    Amy

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  28. white as a lily
    dead as the day...

    Lady, you got me with this one- yet again!!
    What an imagery- both flowing n deep! I could barely stop or halt.. I didn't notice when I reached the end.. It was a delightful travel with your words.. BRILLIANT!!

    Many Hugs xx

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  29. Another fine piece, BKM... come post on mah board sometime, baby! You'll get some in-depth constructive crit

    Warmest regards

    Luke

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  30. Absolutely beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

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