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At the Beekeeper's House

By John Gurney, Oct 27, 2017.

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  1. John Gurney

    John Gurney Well-Known Member

    I pause to consider
    an ancient hive

    warping sides
    dull white paint

    lifting now
    and fluttering soft
    in the passing breeze

    inside
    a thousand or more
    toil till dusk

    ignore my presence
    like distant rain

    I mean nothing to bees
    even less to the earth

     
  2. Jan Harper

    Jan Harper Well-Known Member

    John, there's such a peaceful, clean feel to this - it's like a freedom of acceptance, not maudlin or ego-driven. A breathing out....

    And I find it works metaphorically, the N 'seeing' the associations with themselves and the hive, its age, appearance, and (to my thinking) the inner workings of industrially busy  thoughts/words seeming more and more independent of the N's conscious process as time progresses.

    I often think a poem gets pretty much written inside, beneath the skin and conscious mind, before it ever breaks through to be written by the author.
     
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  3. John Gurney

    John Gurney Well-Known Member

    I am always fearful someone will ask me what a poem "means".

    I don't know what meaning a poem carries , I just know when they work.

    For me, poetry is like a return to my native tongue. That sacred language of symbols and wonder we all share.

    Resonance.
     
  4. Jan Harper

    Jan Harper Well-Known Member

    *smiles*

    Well I hope you don't object to me finding my own meanings in your words. I'll do it anyway, so it's best not to mind :D
     
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  5. John Gurney

    John Gurney Well-Known Member

    Not at all Jan. That is why they exist. It is like looking at a painting or listening to a symphony. Everyone finds different meaning. That is how it should be.
     
  6. maggie flanagan-wilkie

    maggie flanagan-wilkie Well-Known Member

    John, Consider the title as your opening line.  Nice poem.  Maggie


    At the Beekeepers House...


    I pause to consider
    an ancient hive

    warping sides
    dull white paint

    lifting now
    and fluttering soft
    in the passing wind

    inside
    a thousand or more
    toil till dusk

    ignore my presence
    like distant rain

    I mean nothing to bees
    even less to the earth
     
  7. John Gurney

    John Gurney Well-Known Member

    Yes of course. I just lost my way.
     
  8. Kim Whysall-Hammond

    Kim Whysall-Hammond New Member

    With just one read through, this poem is resonating in my head. :)
     
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  9. John Gurney

    John Gurney Well-Known Member

    Wow thanks for featuring my poem!