Tuesday, December 11, 2012

The Hornet




To my favorite fading hornet,
I know not if you ever shall
Be in true receipt of this message
I am breathing out into the ethos now

To my fading favorite hornet, I
Wonder if you’ve lived your last of days to come
To the fullest that can be done.  I imagine your choosing
Not to sting, ruffled both friend
And kin alike.

To the hornet fading, you frightened
Me at first, as you dawdled about my
Garden green.  The small sphere you
Occupied seemed to grow it’s dimensions
Out.  Seeing you, preoccupied, with whatever
Your intent there was, altered the chemistry
Of my being. 

Blood runs hot yet fear heats further and to
Calm, the body alters by influx, fusing in the
Coldest paralysis man could ever know.
You circled about me, mingled with my hair, peering
Into cavities exposed and I felt the ice chipping quickly
As I realized you were not at all like your cousins, the one’s
I met buzzing by the weeds when I was yet more than a little old.

To my favorite fading hornet,
Sting me now, so you at least
Could depart knowing exactly
How it felt to oblige the nature you
Never chose

To my fading favorite hornet,
You’ve more then proved yourself
A friend, spending time with me,
Despite the incoherency, I believe
You understood me, as I, believe I
Can also say, I understand both the pleasure
And the peril, of your today, tomorrow and yesterday

therefore, please, please
allow me to extend my arm to you,
for I can think of no coda fitting, aptly
more, than to forever bear the scar of your
charm

Well, fell asleep for a day and a half, well, not really, but I definitely was unable to hop online yesterday. Luckily for me though, the D'verse Open Link Night party is still raging on with the fullest of forces and there is so much fun to explore and see, so how bout following me over there.

15 comments:

  1. I like this a lot. It grew on me as I reaad and got even better with further reading. Lines and phrases like:

    Blood runs hot yet fear heats further

    I found very compelling.

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  2. ha. intriguing exchange with the hornet and really interesting as well you appreciation of his nature but also his decision to explore you but not sting you....really intriguing....

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  3. Surely a friend that you never thought would join such a trend. Although my guess is it may sting upon its final ring, but you never know. Could just buzz to and fro.

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  4. I found your metaphor fascinating, Fred. Definitely describes a certain kind of person who brings both pleasure and peril...but truly, to me, is a toxic presence capable of inducing great pain!

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  5. Wow, Fred! This is amazing! I'm still not sure if the hornet is a metaphor or an actual hornet you had some relationship with, but it's very touching in many places and especially hear recited, the repetition works wonders.

    Sting me now, so you at least
    Could depart knowing exactly
    How it felt to oblige the nature you
    Never chose

    wonderful "sting me with the instinct you lost being friend to a human" vibe, revisited here -

    therefore, please, please
    allow me to extend my arm to you,
    for I can think of no coda fitting, aptly
    more, than to forever bear the scar of your
    charm

    I felt quite sad by the end, that the hornet would be gone, faded.

    Great write, man.

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  6. oh - my site's back up and looking clean, they put me on another server (I think their server was hacked, not my blog!). I'm doing the blog thang again

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  7. To my fading favorite hornet - fascinating refrain Fred ~

    The ending stanza was a sad for me ~ Lovely writing ~

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  8. Cool concept -- writing a piece to a hornet!

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  9. really like this piece - there are stings throughout...

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  10. I adore we both did a reading this week! I grabbed in right off and love the word play you carried in there, it was beautiful for the reading. It so perfect to the moment with another creature, perhaps one you do not understand not it you but a commonality just the same. Its one that needs to be listened to again, lovely my friend. I always appreciate your kind remarks on my words. Send you peace and love ~ Rose

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  11. I agree with Luke's comment.
    If it was a metaphor -- I would have wanted it fleshed out a little bit more.
    But the coherence of the poem was very pleasant to read.

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  12. this really gets under the skin fred, like a sting
    slowly working its way in. the refrain acts as a V effective, poetic screwdriver, drilling home the sequence in a really effective way - something of a twist with a great voice reading - i was swept up and in to the whole thing. Nice work fred. A great read!

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  13. such an ode to a hornet, to the things we usually don't befriend, those that are "different" really cool write fred. that would be a perfect poem for today's meeting the bar too where the theme is 2nd person...

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  14. I cringed as though the hornet was circle me. I'm still pondering whether the hornet is a hornet; 'cause while I can see the endearment here, the relationship strikes me as quite odd...I'm definitely up for offering my own arm.

    So I wrote that last part and instead of a hornet sting I pictured that of a needle tattooing an epitaph for someone lost....maybe I would offer up my arm.

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