Humming Bees


Balefire leaves drifted from deciduous trees,
silently still, as an azure lake latched to perennial sky,
the rust-colored sunset slowly smothered sound.

Her midnight eyes were buzzing humming bees,
as Arcadian days bled across nebulous pathways,
my languorous core slipped to shadowed caves.

Copyright © 2018 – Brian Nettles. All Rights Reserved

Image Credit: Pixabay (darksouls1)



10 Replies to “Humming Bees”

  1. Thank you. I appreciate your feedback. 🙂 Usually, I don’t explain myself except for personal things I want to expose for vulnerability sake. The stuff I post here is usually experimental or personal, but this poem is something else.

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  2. Personally, I liked the title Humming Bees. Also, I’m not one for explaining art so in my opinion you don’t need to explain it. Let your words speak for themselves. It’s gorgeous the way it is (though I completely understand reworking stuff as I do it all the time.)

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  3. Thanks, Tara! I’m still in debate on this one. I might change it to Honey Bees. I’m also wondering if I should leave a note on this one and maybe explain a bit (e.g. the use of Arcadian is meant to set the scenery as rustic innocence. Thoughts? I’m going to expand it as I’m planning to submit the final for publication. I have thick skin so welcome all feedback. 🙂

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