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.
I like this a lot. It grew on me as I reaad and got even better with further reading. Lines and phrases like:
ReplyDeleteBlood runs hot yet fear heats further
I found very compelling.
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....
ReplyDeleteSurely 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.
ReplyDeleteI 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!
ReplyDeleteWow, 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.
ReplyDeleteSting 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.
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
ReplyDeleteTo my fading favorite hornet - fascinating refrain Fred ~
ReplyDeleteThe ending stanza was a sad for me ~ Lovely writing ~
Cool concept -- writing a piece to a hornet!
ReplyDeletereally like this piece - there are stings throughout...
ReplyDeleteI 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
ReplyDeleteI agree with Luke's comment.
ReplyDeleteIf 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.
this really gets under the skin fred, like a sting
ReplyDeleteslowly 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!
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...
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteSo 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.