Black Honey

Black honey

Ultimately outwardly reflecting soul ornery

Sweet but bitter

Befouled root produced tarnished blossoms

And all too often I'd reach for black honey to feel nourished

To feel accepted,

Ingested a fruitless project,

Honest

Black honey,

Intergalactic black holes and bowls of porridge

Often lost, too invested, 

Or feel

I'd peel back foliage to unveil the north star

Pacified in passion

Black honey

Or poison ivy guidance guise under every lesson 

Destined in blatant estimates

Unsure the distance between each wavelength's crest and peak

Cast in dream, the day didn't speak

Or I'd cast skippable rocks

And lures atop, Minekills placid pond waterfall

Spots of uncertainty

A testament to your figment of imagination

Shelter, brush, and thicket,

Or a safe haven or a cave,

In which you'd depict as open arms

Intimate

Or inadvertently effectively inevitably distant

Elicit thought provoking survival tactics

Black honey

Sometimes a sweet deceitful rare treat

Drum beat

Or rain dance to drown out impurity

Sometimes indeed riddled with insecurities

I'd attempt to bridge conscious and clarity

A close soul

Sometimes tainted,

Black honey.

Reviews

[The Seeker of Thoughts]

Black Honey. The joyful and sad tasting nectar of life. Sadly we can't live life without a taste. A good read with great visuals. Thank you for the writing.

[Ty]

You hit the nail on the head. Thanks for dropping in!