I rued for the flowers
Stolen from my garden
Cursed the people
Who are careless
About the feelings
Of the garden owner
About the love and care
bestowed upon the flowers.
But one day I found
A honey comb
Hanging from a tree
Had been broken
Thousands and thousands bees
Had been killed
By the men
Who had looted their treasure
Without mercy
Killed them by fire
Since then
I stopped ruing
For the loss
Of my stolen flowers.
The garden brings such simple pleasures to have it damaged and then the breakage of the honeycomb. Your have displayed your heart. Beautifully expressed
Woah thoughtprovoking poem written creatively! Impressive thoughts. Yay we steal much frm nature. Take care pal.
lovely poem. I recently wrote a short story on the same theme.
Oops! ! When I typed story, my mate's tablet changed story to stolen, : ( bri
Of bees.... perhaps. You DID use of in the welcomed poet's note, so I guess just an oversight in the email I may never have used the verb 'rue', though I've heard it used sometimes, so I had to look it up in a paper dictionary to see that your usage was correct. Bingo! A perfect word to use. This brings to mind the stolen of the man who RUED having no shoes. Then he saw a person with no feet. This is another for MyPoemList. Thanks. Bri :)
Human nature! ! ! Without mercy. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your choice of technique increased the impact of that savaging of a honeycomb and those thousands of nature's friends and helpers. I wonder how the world will be changed by the indiscriminate killing of bees by men such as these and the use of pesticides. We were supposed to take care of Earth not destroy it.