Flower Song

For all the glances and saucy stares
Of men’s whose minds do wreak of lust
Endured a thousand absent cares
From which to manufacture trust
I stand within my shadowed youth
And recall the reams of suitors past
At my mirror apply my wrinkle cream
And hope the sunsets rays won’t last
Photos from the night stand table
Childhood reflections, a course plotted 
I think it’s legs were made of Maple
Just the one that was forgotten   

They buzz around like bees
On the edge of a great garden
Visiting each flower is just their song
It’s not their fault they can’t stay long
Bowing, they will beg your pardon
When flowers come into view
In fragrant dewy summer colors
All lose their heads, not just a few
So begins the feeding frenzy of amour
And one by one they pick us off
Choosing at their whim and whimsy
Which ever petals sets them off
Sampling a smorgasbord of beauty
Never thinking of the dubious duties
And conquering completely, absolutely
The bees continue on in droves
And where it ends, no one knows

And the flowers are left to sleep in twilight
And tomorrow they may not see the light
They close their petals and fall asleep
In their dreams gallant princes they do meet
And in time, they come to fruition
Hopes and dreams, all fall to attrition
Without a bee in sight brings forth
Blossoms to greet the light source
Only to grow old, die and wither away
The meaning of which no one can say
Rain, sleet, snow and ice besotted
A single rose left blooming and forgotten

The bees for all their strength and might
Wear like a badge their shame
Footloose, fancy-free and flight
Oh, how their attentions wane!
One flower and then the next
Their appetites insatiable-----
The bees cause the flower's blight
And make their lives unbearable
In their minds we live only for a day
And vagabonds all, they journey on
To live just one day in the life of a bee
Such is that of a flower's song----
A melody as soft as hand-picked cotton
Just the one who was forgotten

Reviews

[Ian Craven]

Your words are well spoken.

[Michael G. Smith]

You are a master poetess. I rarely find such long poetry but your words grab me by the lapel and pull me along and before I know it I am on a fun ride. When I met my wife she wouldn't let me kiss her, hold her hand or even put my arm around her until we were married but this made me realize she was a keeper. And she still makes me happier every day. I enjoyed all your well thought out analogies.

[Autumn Dawn Ridge]

Thanks for the kind words, friend.

[B]

The lust of a man is so selfish
taking all he can
leaving one dry
i love this poem

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Nature is chalked full of lessons we can use in life. A beautiful poem with many meanings.