Billy Loving


Stinging - Poem by Billy Loving

Pain so intense
A pleasure so immense
A frightful delight
As the bees begin to light
Their nest I have found
Their lair underground
From the mower I run
Knowing what I have done
To the air they go
Defending what's below
They fly this way and that
As nimble as a cat
Air I swat
Burning so hot
Stinging so profound
Making not a sound
A split decision
As their stingers make their incision
At the house I stop
Feeling as though I may drop
Numbing pain
Making me insane
Reddening of the skin
Not knowing where to begin
Swelling of the flesh
Number of stings, just a guess
Pain's playful throb
As I go back to my job
Some water I request
Before I return to the nest
I ease the mower away
Time to finish out the day

Topic(s) of this poem: pain

Form: Couplet


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 6, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 20, 2016


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