Flowers and Bees
Often I find myself wandering
into the pathway of sweet apple-blossom trees,
watching petals flutter to the ground.
I look at the flowers with
envy and longing,
wishing to pluck one off
and stick in my hair,
its beauty overcoming my curls
ad shining like a diamond among coal.
But right when my hand reaches for
a limb of the tree,
a bee buzzes angrily and flies towards me
with jealousy evident in its wings.
I yank my hand back,
watching as it hums away
and wonder if my wish is worth it.
And as I watch more petals fall onto my clothes,
I find my feet moving towards the safety of my home,
fear overcoming desire.
Independence
Independence is whether we push
the first domino
or not,
and then we watch what happens,
as either choice plays out.
We are given the first decision
in any case,
but as our choices affect us,
we cannot change anything,
for fallen toys cannot immediately be picked up,
and in the end,
it is our fault for choosing to push
or not choosing to.
Independence is responsibility
with either an amazing award,
or a harsh punishment.
So aliens,
choose wisely.
Pertaining to the Business of Writing Poetry
Tis a frequent complaint of my fellow scholars,
That the essence of poetry
Lies within its alliteration and analysis,
Yet I disagree.
For poetry is not always comprised of puzzling language
and symbolic literary devices,
It can also be based off of
The pure feelings of the poet.
Often a poem is a story
Of those feelings being said,
And perhaps alliteration is not always quite necessary,
But it does add a rather beautiful touch.