Thursday, September 22, 2011

Where did it go?

Bee/wasp

It's a bee in my room
or was it a wasp?

I'm confused,
you all look the same,
all i see is the yellow
and black lines

of yellow and black
yellow black yellow
and black lines;

buzzing blades
beating against
the florescent light;

now, where did you go?


This was originally posted here. I've made some small changes.

Posted for dVerse Open Link Night #10. I really wanted to take part, even though I'm late. I thought of just visiting links, but I would feel bad if I had nothing to offer in return.

17 comments:

Fred said...

Raven, that's a really nice poem. The metaphor can be so many things, I love that. But on the literal sense It's great too, as who hasn't had a bee or wasp or a bug or two creep into their home and then you lose sight of it. Just happened the other day for me, actually was in my car, a bee got in their, I had to stop and wait for it to leave, but then a mile or so down the road it came back out of nowhere. You really have composed a great poem here. Really like it a lot. Again, it just has that power to say so many things- Thanks for the read

Susan Ersinghaus said...

Hi Raven! I appreciate your reading and commenting on my Dr. Mom poem. Boy, my son would love this write: he was a bit AWARE of bugs ALL summer and always wonders: now, where did you go??

Brian Miller said...

just dont sit on it! yikes...smiles...things you dont want to lose sight of...smiles.

Heaven said...

Nice one... I like the repetitive words of yellow and black.. made me look for them too.

theborgpoet said...

Beautiful...

Joanne Elliott said...

:-) It's always good to keep track of where those buzzing creatures are.

Ravenblack said...

Fred, Susan, Brian, Heaven, borgpoet and Joanne: thanks for visiting and for your awesome feedback.

Yes, I was worried about finding it on my seat after i sat down, or worse, getting stung in the middle of the night because it's actually in bed with me or something...0_0 I tossed my bedroom looking for it, beat my pillows and blankets to make thoroughly sure it wasn't around anymore.

hedgewitch said...

Life often throws us a little stinging thing that must be dealt with--they can be elusive. Like the double meanings here.

seabell said...

Important questions... I always hope it's just an innocent fly. Nice work!

Ravenblack said...

Hedgewitch and Seabell, thanks for your comments.

@All: it's very interesting to me that there is a double meaning. I actually never constructed the poem with that in mind. I truly appreciate your feedback. You all have widen my mind as well.

johnallenrichter said...

"Get the Raid! Oh my God there's a bee in the house! Quick, get the can of Raid!"

That is usually my response every time, of course it's more effective if you can actually hear the girlish screaming voice I yell it in.... :) Love it!

Ravenblack said...

LOL. But I do hate to use those things! :D Thanks for the laugh, John. :)

bodhirose said...

This is charming. Hard to tell what those little buggers are sometimes--just hope they don't sting!

chromapoesy.com said...

I'm allergic to bees so I can tell the difference out of necessity :). 'now, where did you go?' applies to so many things in my life!

Ravenblack said...

Bodhirose and Anna, thanks for your visit and comments.

The noise they make is intimidating enough. You know, I don't think I've ever been stung by a bee or a wasp. But I imagine it would just be dreadful from what Ive heard. One of those things better not to know at all. :/

Old Raven said...

Of course ... this is wonderful ... and I do not even like the nastty little creatures. Well, I am a bit bugaphobic.

Ravenblack said...

Yeah, I guess I'm a little afraid of them.
Thanks for visiting, Old Raven.