Tuesday, April 14, 2009

April 14 Poem - Phooey on Pollen

write a poem on love, then an anti love poem:\
Phooey on pollen

Fickle bees approach
broach the hidden ledge of
nectar's privileged vault.
They buzz but never linger
though they find no fault.

But Venus fly trap's
always splayed
dew-drenched, friendly, baited
and hence the greater irony
that visitors are eaten, never mated

--Mistryel Walker