Sunday, May 19, 2013

A TASTE OF MANZANITA HONEY






A TASTE OF MANZANITA HONEY
(Raw--Unfiltered)

I know I'm in trouble
when I start to identify
with the ants that keep trying
to get into the honey jar.

I've found a few
who made it,
tiny black corpses,
floating in their golden heaven.

Sighing, I scoop them out,
wipe the jar,
put it on another shelf.
They won't find it for a while.

Maybe those dead ants
are the lucky ones.
I, too, sometimes feel
I would die for a taste
of something sweet,

and so I eat chocolate
or have a drink
or buy something
or write a poem,

and I wonder who keeps moving
the golden dreams.

2 comments:

Kelly Martin said...

Oh your poetry is really stunning, and really uplifting, thanks for sharing!

Jen said...


Thanks Kelly dear, saw your comment just now, nice to be appreciated!