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| A quote as inspiration... |
I have lost my sense of direction.
Once, like every little bee
with her magnetic heart, I knew
which way was north, could navigate
my flight through hurricanes, locate your open arms
in honeyed nights, and sleep despite the sting.
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| @skyloverpoetry |
For Magaly's Weekend Challenge, a Cherita form poem, combining prompts:
Toni's "Poetry begins with a lump in the throat", and a prompt of mine from last October,
Notebook Poetry
I can't decide what I love most about this poem--the quote that birthed it, the handwritten piece, the truthiness dancing in the lines, the musicality of it all... I shan't decide and will just love the whole thing.
ReplyDeleteThe contrast is what keeps me in awe. The poem speaks of chaos, but the precision of the lines tells me that even in chaos, we can find a way (in poetry). All right, that's the bit I love most (a girl has the right to change her mind).
Yes, poetry is the way we navigate through every storm of life to find the honey that is art.
DeleteThank you so much for everything, Magaly.
OoOoooo! Love this.
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteThere comes a time when feelings for a loved one will make one surrender even when one has the upper hand!
ReplyDeleteHank
That is so painfully true, Hank! Thank you.
DeleteThis is incredibly gorgeous, Kerry!💖 I love how there is hope despite the chaos and distress in the speaker's voice. The image of honeyed nights is delightfully sweet and sensual.😊
ReplyDeleteThank you. I tried to convey a lot in the short form.
DeleteFirst of all I love your quote, it is from one of my favorite books, but what you wrote is such a perfect representation of what the heart of a woman does. Simply stunning poetry Kerry!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Carrie. It is a great novel, and full of wise words.
DeletePoor bee. Her whole world is in the flight, the search for that sweetness. And to lose one of the most basic abilities to aid that flight is tragic, even if that sweet always came with a little sting inside it.
ReplyDeleteI wanted something of the devastation of a bee losing its way to come through.. such a small yet calamitous thing.
DeleteLovely, Kerry.
ReplyDeleteAh, the sting. I know it well ~ you capture it wonderfully.
ReplyDelete".....and sleep despite the sting...." Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteMagnetic heart!!!!
ReplyDeleteI love every word of this. Delicious!
Kerry- such lovely words with so much meaning. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLOVE ... AND the Instagram drawing that went with it. You are truly talented.
ReplyDeletei have too little time for drawing at the moment, but I really wanted to do that bee! I am glad you like it. Thank you.
DeleteOh to lose one's way when the path is so well known, so well traveled is scary, painful. It is spinning, searching every direction, and seeing everything as strange. It makes me think of my mother with Alzheimer's. Powerful writing Kerry
ReplyDeleteAs sad as the analogy may be, it is enlightening for me to know how you read the poem. Thanks for sharing, Susie.
DeleteA beautiful poem. I wish I'd written it!
ReplyDeleteAh, thank you, Viv.
DeleteGlad you wrote about the bee. The quote is from a book I loved reading, and your poem did the quote justice.
ReplyDeleteAs a keeper of bees, I love this.
ReplyDeleteI love to know you are a keeper of bees!
DeleteThat is a wonderful quote to springboard from, Kerry, and you’ve made a wonderful splash with your poem. I especially love the image of ‘every little bee with her magnetic heart’ navigating hurricanes, and the ‘honeyed nights’ when one can ‘sleep despite the sting’.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kim. I am partial to a poem about a bee.
DeleteHow sweet the sting. I love the entire composition.
ReplyDeleteOf the first poem, I love the effect of the words you close each stanza with. They left me feeling like I knew the true meaning of each term, even if I already did.
ReplyDeleteRe-reading the second poem is a delicious experience. The sting is just as sharp, and the honey just as sweet.