After

Jakebuck

I see a nest and myself laying on a porch looking at a door.

My body is life less and what I can see is out of body like a movie of me.

The door opens (I have no idea why?) I don't see that because I'm looking at the nest.

Suddenly I hear the buzz it's a bee... still assuming from that nest.

I sit up from my coach were I laid down.

The strangest thing never seing that place nor the nest.

The one thing I know is that the bee was real! How did he know that I had been watching his nest?

  • Author: Jakebuck (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 24th, 2016 22:00
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    WELCOME JAKE ~ Thanks for an interesting first poem ~ about an out of body experience ~ we all have them ! Bees are a paradox because they harbinger sweetness (honey) and pain (a sting). Bees always watch us watching them ~ OK ~ BRIAN



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