A message sent in the common way lasts only one day

A fragrance to the bee flowing from a flowering tree

A treasure mined buried in a blind mind

In metaphor's debris lays the key designed

To find gems refined in poetry

Bits and pieces of verbal rock falling out of talk

Toys of the departed soon discarded

Not given stock, some red carded disregarded

Beneath layers guarded a secret in a clock

Pleasure in discovery, what is a secret's recovery

In the ticking of time out of darkness does chime

Jewels of honey sublime written on stone of rhyme

Out of grime, light of reason does climb as words of a humming bee

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

to ask a personal question: do you celebrate christmas? and if so, how?
on this work: it is a very multi-layered piece. the harmony of the rhymes and pacing makes it very smooth to read. upon a second reading, the message embedded begins to take form. that we are mindless with words and take communication for granted is a grave mistake. but when we really speak from our hearts, and when that message is received, there we find the reason to live. certainly something to keep in mind as many of us (not me) are spending time with our family.

[Soren]

I was brought up celebrating Christmas but am now much older and see it as a social situation. Your interpretation is most interesting and something that I had not thought of in that light. I love that point of view. Since Homer and maybe before bard's had used poetry with its rhyme and rhythm to pass down history and information accurately with out distortion. Poetry became a method of communication using metaphors as a method of distillation of information condensing a great deal into a small form.