Swan of Bees Poem

October 14, 2008
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A color of shoes,
Yes I had one.
A flag of books,
I still have one.
But I never had
A rock of pie,
Or a dream of the sky.
I never had
A hat that was mad,
Or purple jet lag.
A paper of cheese,
Or a cheese of wood.
But until now, I never understood
Why I never had these things
That I should.

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Harry K. said...
Nov. 24, 2008 at 5:52 pm
When the holes are hills in the ground
When silence is a deafening sound
Then tis the time of Swan for Bees
And for the whole to be free.

The honor is the stimulation. Very good
telmatrix said...
Oct. 31, 2008 at 4:28 pm
It is a great mind twister. :) After one reads it, they have to read it again to unravel the contrasts. A very fun read. Good job! :)
Fay said...
Oct. 24, 2008 at 10:02 pm
This is wonderful, reminds us of everything that's delicate, simple and pure.
WendyAyi said...
Oct. 24, 2008 at 8:21 pm
I like that a lot!
Ayi said...
Oct. 24, 2008 at 8:11 pm
Full of imaginations, I love it.
The Frenchy said...
Oct. 20, 2008 at 3:57 pm
I Love !!! Congrat's
tarmac said...
Oct. 20, 2008 at 3:11 pm
A fanciful poem, rich with images and flights of the imagination.
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