Like the bumblebee,
Ever magnified in thick-tongued silence
Beating, tearing, furiously
Our hearts rise, as angels rise
What holds them above the fray?
To find, and touch so softly
The most delicate flower
That flicks and quivers with every exultation
The human heart
Instrument of life, beyond death
Claim the souls of the departed, O grim reaper
For they are yours forever-more
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Author:
Severus Alexander (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: *In case it's a little arcane, I'm drawing an analogy between a bumblebee and an angel, and angel and the human heart, and the human heart and the grim reaper. Sorry if that's a little confusing. XD
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Comments3
Wow, that is incredibly deep.
You continue to inspire me. : )
Here's hoping we all keep on beating .
A terrific poem well put
I saw the word bee and got excited, nice to see other young writers here!
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