BEElieve

Susie prompted us to write a poem on the book Secret Life of Bees.  Susie:  "Today we are talking about bees or I should say, The Secret Life of Bees,  by Sue Monk Kidd. It is a coming of age story of a young girl, Lily, who faces loss, abuse and racism in 1960's southern United States."

 

 

       BEElieve

 

 

Invisible seeds plant                  
                                            chains of doubt
                                            imprison one's thoughts 
                                             of equanimity
                                            suppressed wisdom lurks...
                                            drones and workers in the land
                                            of fear and honey,
                                                              Sticky thoughts gathered                                             back to the hive,

                                                     stagnation stunts growth                                                      

                                                             Weed Earth's garden                

                                           grow humanity
                                            Educate your colony

                                             Bee different      

                               winds of change ring sweet      

 Let the buzz be Freedom~

 

 

 

 I wrote this poem years ago, about Martin Luther King's dream.  I tried to write a different poem, but found it fit the prompt better than anything else I wrote.   So, I am guilty of tweaking my poem.

 

 

 

                 

I Caught the Moon

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Lone Wolf

I caught the moon bleeding light

into my room

winking at me

woven dreams dangling

in a land lost amongst a

sea of black Swarovski crystals

Mom told me

timelessly he flirts with many

netting their dreams

Marilyn Monroe almost caught him

 his Jekyll n' Hyde

tendencies,

were too much for her

Setting off my wilderness

once a month I am 

captivated

his serenade scented by Moon flowers

Beeswax candles drip 

happy thoughts blur into day

but we will never

walk the red carpet ============

he is a lone wolf 

a golden jackal roaming the night

his love call  heard by all

I released him back into the wild

He is perched on his nightly throne

looming at me

holding a grudge

I prefer the strong, silent time 

he watches me his silvery orb

winks

but he belongs to no one and to all. 

© Ellen Wilson

 

 Thank you Marian, for this prompt!

 

 

 

Gods and Goddesses in the Garden

Kerry prompted us to write a poem about Gods.   We had a choice to pick from a wonderful list-Kerry offered us.    I decide on Nyx-the goddess of the night.  I guess there is a hint of underworld in her backdrop, but I chose to portray her humble beginnings of veiled illusion.   

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Kerry reminds us, "What has become of the old gods?"

 

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  I picked Nyx-

"Nyx represents nightmares, mystery, dreams, darkness and night. It is recommended to call upon Nyx after sunset.  She can be invoked her for psychic dreams and astral travel and for rituals at midnight or when it is a moonless night."

 Some may recognize her name, from Nyx Cosmetics. They named their company after this powerful goddess. Nox is a fictional character appearing in the Marvel Comics Universe-this character is based loosely on Nyx of Greek Mythology.

Nxy was born in a bayberry blue romance

swirls of heat waxed n' waned by 

the Beeswax moon

surrendering pools of liquid 

 dripping

 silvery puddles into

ocean's black blue soup

Nyx's nimble fingers

 paints the midnight lights

across the brow of Heaven and heels of Hades

extracting goosebumps and chills

owls n' wolves know her dance

she twirls her sheer indigo veil leaving

a trail of wax floating bubbles

like glistening polka dots

blurring into day's aura

soon tapered flame

snuffs out blue notes

until the evening theater reopens

Lunar is charmed once again

when Nyx performs her enticing dance 

swirling in a sea of bewitching blue candles

© Ellen Wilson

I am better and hope to catch up with all of your poems this evening!  No more zombie pills for me~