Oil

 

You see, I was waiting for the sun,

Listening to the walrus and the joker sing,

When I saw you there.

 

It’s a wonder that you turned up now

I’m choking, joking

And quite frankly, smoking.

You appeared almost the same.

Funny how I sit in shame

Eternally.

 

Once when the scar tissue in me

Ceased to work with the blood in my brain,

I closed my eyes and shared some forlorn thinking

With the birds.

 

And dear, when I opened them,

There I saw you,

Quiet and smoldering too.

 

I haven’t quite pondered

Upon my descent,

But bees are such creatures anyway.

 

Honey, you see,

Honey

Is only a breed of emotions

And emotions can take you for miles

Floating and diving past piles

And piles

Of green.

And in my drifting, honey had placed itself

Copiously,

Inadvertently,

Just in view

Of my own view.

 

Oil, in deceit of true meaning,

Simply a switch for truth,

Is a simple little thing.

 

I’m searching the mountains

And trudging the mud

In search of camaraderie

I’ve fallen

And oil’s got me.

Most nearly.

Reviews

[Forest Green]

Very original...! Though somewhat uncertain as to the theme, I find your writing compelling.

Daniel

[J.P.O.et]

You are stuck in the oil as opposed to the honey?
I fear I am a bit lost here as well but I think i get the concept of the bees and the honey being a basic building block of life and maybe a metaphor therein and signifying relationship/love/life.
I was a bit lost with the 'scar tissue in me... Ceased to work with the blood in my brain'
Are you implying that all the hurt one has felt is numbed by some sort of displacement that has something to do with the birds. I welcome any enlightenment here and as always I enjoy your outside of the box thinking and writing. Pleasure to read you.

J.P.O.et

[Larissa G.]

I wonder where the bee thing came from?
I'm still mulling over this, to be honest.
It's different from what I've been reading for the last few weeks...but I like it. I'm intrigued by the thinking, although I think if I have to really mull over it that's bad...
sorry I can't write something more helpful...