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I have to hurry!
I must tell them of my discovery.
They will be proud of me.
They will love me.
They will seek my company.
I will have friends,
and I have helped them all.
I send the message
to all I pass.
I found!
I found!
They see me,
Spirit propelled
existing my flight
all through to home.
Greeted by all
I take my place.
I dance the Finding Feeling
to all who see.
Gyrating at joints
peeing in spaces
they know now
where it is.
we can go on longer
without worrying
of food
for all,
I love.
They didn’t Greet.
It was me again.
No thank you.
No friends.
No Love.
Fly.
maybe next time
I’ll be greeted.
.....little poem but I liked it - words and format. It's one of those poems that leave me wondering - is it a case of mistaken identity? Is it a statement on co-operation? Whatever it is the words make me see the returning worker laden with pollen doing his mysterious directiona dance.
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The title makes the poem more interesting. The structure? A bee?
Probably the best part of the poem:
Gyrating at joints
peeing in spaces
they know now
where it is.