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

copyrighted 2011

Posted at One Shot Wednesday: One Stop Poetry