A simple girl she was
a simple woman she’ll be
lives in her simplest dream
future... God makes her free...
like a flower produces nectar
not to attract but to feed
bees.. butterflies and other insects
pollinate to produce nicer breeds..
in a forest where a monster lives
dark cold nights he suffers most
like a butterfly he wanted to see
a honey that moist's lips of a soldier bee…
by curiosity he went on
to the garden of no return
a pitcher plant he meets
she bites, she kills...she sleeps….
© 2009 lady grace (All rights reserved
Very creative and naturally deadly. Nicely arranged by thought. DC
your great poet...my salute and vow of respect in the poem you share for the society of poet...a poem of reality......everything ends to begin again like a wild flower......the last line could be the last defense....i like it best...God bless...a 10 +++++
wala akong masabni kundi maganda at nakaka-inlove ang yong tula. I love you, melvin
This piece of work is lovely indeed, supposed to be wild but not literally, the creature was so very sweet indeed, sweet as a nectar. This also proved that the author is also so sweet as a wild flower like the lady in waiting. And with a feminine touch that is...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wild flower....a pitcher plant...venus fly-trap? Now, a honey-trap.. Cheers. Subroto