Daffodil Ghost

 

From a post


charm in bloom a daffodil
if the white part won't the yellow will
bees to meet you today
free from the memory of yesterday
was entertaining blue grey thoughts
but workers can't tie up pollination routes in knots
tried to say I do
but the winter came before I was thru
no letter varsity
the school of life is all I see
with no goals or objective
what most required I saw as elective
when only the eye is used to see
waves of fauna wash over me
a sight that never gets too old
I ran pretending to be busy and bold

until one day reminded
the love I lost I failed to find it
many told me it was never there
wandering hives shaped like times square
a fall from eye phone design disgrace
forced to go back to my birthplace
for spring is coming soon
and there's little nectar with no one else in the room

so when I find a floral dove
I'll dance it's way back to those above
I keep them well informed still while
thinking about when I was a child
for the thought of recent past
only forms an emptiness I thought couldn't last
with nowhere else to see
is the life that's lived by just one bee

well intent will have to bee enough
knees deep in forest pollen stuff
given Monday off
made to turn my head and cough
just to make sure I can afford to stay
and fight off the night some other way
with wax to keep me warm
a hexagonical safety will shelter me from imagined storm

the sun calls out to me
better than to sulk is your fight to be free
without promise or sedative
all I've wanted is to fly and to give
I'm not a bad guy
I'm a worker bee looked at like a fly
now not allowed to even say goodbye

daffodil free range
rolling hills of light meant for to rearrange
letting those supportive go
they don't really want what the earth should know
with buzzing tales of twelve string anthem hymns
the mortal courts original sins
still I think of you
if only because you're brand new

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