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The Summer's Sting

In Hyperion swirls
Over rich rooted grass,
The bee decorated dandelions
Sweat down verdant stalks.

In my youth, I dashed around,
Careful - fearful;
Of each laid footfall.
Cautious of each humblebee.

I've never been stung -
By bees clutching dandelion tufts;
Or in love.

Author notes

I've never been stung by a bumblebee, hornet or wasp. Dandelions remind me of my lawn when I was younger. This is comparing not being stung by bees by being cautious when I was younger, to not falling in love by being cautious when I'm older.

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  • Randomly Beautiful
    November 17
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    Thanks so much!


  • g e m m a
    November 11

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    i love how you connected these thoughts together. it's really interesting and symbolic. "The bee decorated dandelions/Sweat down verdant stalks." - did you mean to put an apostrophe after dandelions? i stumbled on that line a little. still though, this is nicely written as always.


  • jackreed3 gold member
    November 11
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    I love short poems... exspecially the ones with a claus...
    Your friend in JackReed3..