A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Sunday, July 28, 2019

the honey buzzle

she's my honey buzzle she's
run honey comb all through
her hair to straighten back
the kink and wave the seas
have permanently laid
there.

she's my honey buzzle and
she knows the bees are citizens
they help the flowers, help
the bears, she helps herself
when she's alone
and I am there.

honey is the flower's ghost
the sweetest scent
has thickened most
and she intends
this sorcery
my means

of our good friend,
the bee.

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