Wasps

sorenbarrett

 Spring animation birth of creation brothers born
From the rib of a paper crib the young are torn
Baby wasps from the hive now strive a new colony to build
In a swarm a paper house they form, chewed wood mouth milled

 

Through summer heat a shaded retreat for their young
With paper walls in protected stalls enemies to be stung
In the fall, disaster did call hive torn down from the eave
No time for repair in despair they cling to it and grieve

 

Relinquishing the nest they find rest on the wall close to my door
They seek no revenge their children to avenge no longer they soar
They cling together through inclement weather in a ball on the wall
In winter cold they loose their hold now homeless one by one they fall

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  • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

    great description, much enjoyed

  • Teddy.15

    Exquisite poetry dear sorrenbarret 🌹

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you my friend your words are always most appreciated.

    • Abdullah123

      Amazing write, echoing beyond just a wasp’s hive… I can almost hear their grievous buzzz. Bravo

      • sorenbarrett

        Thank you so much for the read Abdullah your words of encouragement and interpretation are most appreciated. You are correct that it does go beyond the hive. However, it is a true story as well having taken down several wasp nests this fall I noticed that they briefly stayed on the fallen nests then gathered in clumps on the wall and have not moved for days neither making any new nest or leaving to gather food as they normally would. They are not aggressive but seem to have resigned themselves to death and fall one by one.

      • Priya Tomar

        Good write .

        • sorenbarrett

          Thank you Priya for your read and comment it is appreciated

        • orchidee

          Good write SB.

          • sorenbarrett

            Thank you so much Orchi I appreciate it

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            Soren, there’s a full cycle here…creation, labor, destruction, and quiet ending. That image of them clinging together at the end anchors it, and everything leads naturally there. It doesn’t dramatize…it just shows..and it lingers. Well done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

            • sorenbarrett

              Thank you Tristan for your review and observations on this poem it is most appreciated my friend

            • Kevin Hulme

              The Wasp : The Hells Angels of the Insect World.
              Nicely Written.

              • sorenbarrett

                Thank you, Kevin for the read and comment they are most appreciated. I have always had a good relationship with wasps. We have an understanding and I don’t bother them and they don’t bother me. It made me sad when I saw this happen.

              • Goldfinch60

                But that home will always return soren.

                Andy

                • sorenbarrett

                  Thank you, Andy for your review and kind words of encouragement. They are most appreciated, my friend.

                • Sviatoslav Zhabotynskyi

                  In such cases, the main thing is to hold on.

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thank you my friend we hold onto what is left to us until we fall. I appreciate the read and comment



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