Busy Bee…..
You have always been a busy bee,
I heard my Auntie say to me,
years ago under the Olive Tree.
She was a woman that never left
the square she made back in ’63.
A few acres
is all she needed.
I guess….
an eccentric woman, a writer
that danced to her own beat
chained home by her mind.
A woman much like me
except I sit trapped
by my legs
and stopped by pain……
I can relate to chains.
My Auntie lived life in a matchbox
tucked away in the plots she read
the worlds she created by pen
writings between floating walls
waves of unsettled thoughts.
Mystery after mystery she wrote
poem after poem I write
They say I’m a lot like my Auntie
Both–busy bees…. of the mind.
care for a reading
connected with Dverse
What a beautiful piece River. It is filled with hope, pain and desire. I was taken by the light fantasiful wings you have grown instead of legs to carry you to places far into ethereal space and that you with the compassion of a poet, chose to take me with you.
Thank you zchet. I had fun writing it.
smiles…not a bad one to emulate eh? a busy mind is not a bad thing at all when it can spin poetry….you can still dance if no other place than your words river…smiles.
It’s wonderful when talent runs in one’s family, and to share the love of writing is very special indeed. Lovely capture, River.
makes one wonder where those busy thoughts come from… won’t be fun to sit down and have an in depth talk with her or read each others stuff for an afternoon
Super writing, River…an honest and insightful capture. I’m grateful to have the words to express myself…such a gift
Lovely connections you draw out and an idle mind is a troubled one. Good to keep teh mental buzz going.
Really enjoyed this
Beautiful, River… especially the 4th & 5th stanzas. I loved listening to you read it, too.
Absolutely beautiful. I love how you see the relationship between each of you, separate yet so similar.