Friday, January 22, 2016

Imagery poem

Where do you suppose they’ve gone the bees now

that you don’t see them anymore four-winged

among flowers     low sparks in the clover

even at nightfall are they fanning have

they gone another place blued with pollen

stuck to their bristles waiting beyond us

spring dwindle is what we call it collapsing

neonicotinoids "high levels in pneu-

matic corn exhaust” loss of habitat

or disappearing disease in the way

of our kind      so to speak what do you think

they would call it language older than

our ears were they saying it all along

even at daybreak 

Imagery :
among flowers  low sparks in the clover
blued with pollen

Metaphor
disappearing disease in the way
four-winged

Symbolism 
clover is symbolic of luck 
place blued with pollens is symbolic of life

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